Scene
20 Part 1
Boswell
gripped the cool vinyl of the steering column becoming more
uncomfortable as minutes turned to hours. He had purposely
avoided the highways since resistance fighters were discovered
only miles from the location pinpointed on the map. The
ticking from his watch which normally wouldn't bother him
grew increasingly louder. He wanted to tear the damn thing
from his wrist and throw it out the window, but he didn't
dare. It was from his mother.
During
the start of the two hour drive, Jeffrey
Sogard set up a mini-communications station in the back
of the Range Rover. Boswell snickered to himself when he
realized that kid could probably make a computer satellite
link with a paper clip and a chewing gum wrapper. He was
a regular MacGyver, isims and all.
A
varment skidded across the road in a silent retreat from
the danger his vehicle imposed. He slowed to let the creature
cross making its hasty exit. He hated the country. City
life was definitely the life he was meant for. The quiet
of the Bulgarian countryside was getting to him. He couldn't
decide if it was the smell of pure, clean air over the re-manufactured
filtered oxygen of the office or the fact that he hadn't
seen "real" daylight in over three years. He was one of
the few old timers that preferred the night shift. It meshed
well with his needs in life - with his personality.
Boswell
was visibly uncomfortable. His ponytail hurt and his eyes
could use a rest. He wasn't one for field work, and this
damn sun was working mischief on his vision. Plus, his latest
gal was waiting for him at her apartment. The thought alone
was incentive enough to put his pedal to the metal.
"Got
any eye drops in that pack of yours, kid?" Jeffrey was fiddling
with surveillance equipment in the rear of the Rover as
if it was a lady ready to be pampered. He preferred a hot
body over a cold computer any day. He guessed the kid wasn't
old enough for urges like that yet.
"I
think so," he said absently. He reached down into his backpack
with one hand and connected a wire to the back of his laptop
with another. "Here."
Boswell
took the offering, flooded his eyes with relief and handed
the bottle back.
"How
much farther?" Boswell asked.
"Couple
of kilometers."
A
rumbling could be heard not far away and suddenly the sky
to the north burst into a cloud of dark brown. Within minutes
dirt particles were pelting them with a rain shower of debris.
"What
in the hell," Boswell shouted as a massive hunk of earth
hurtled toward them. He cranked the wheel hard and the Rover
responded sending them into a small grove of trees. A row
of young cedars parted as the wheels trampled over the new
growths. The Rover shot out the other side like a bullet
landing back on the road.
"What
are you doing?" Jeffrey cried from the back as he picked
himself up off the floor.
"Take
a look outside, genius. We're being attacked by a rain storm
of dirt."
The
young controller trained his eyes on the heavens. Massive
rock hunks pelted the ground around them like tiny meteorites.
In a quest to find the source of the explosion, Jeffrey
had the computer scan the surrounding area. "It's the monastery.
Put your petal to the metal. I have five life signs on infrared
in level one. Three more further underground."
"I
count that to be eight."
"Boswell,
you're math skills are amazing."
"Just
something I learned in school," he paused to chuckle at
his own joke then said more seriously, "Hear me out here.
The two kids. Ethan, maybe Octavia. That's only four. Who
are the rest? According to my count there are four too many
people in there."
"I
can't answer that with limited information. Let me check
something." Jeffrey hacked into Gia's personal profile on
the Bulgarian mission. What he found was startling. "Count
one of those four as Gia. She's listed herself on the mission
manifest."
"That
leaves three. They could be hostile. Prepare for anything."
From inside his left boot, Boswell drew a small pistol.
"Here, for protection."
Jeffrey
handled the gun gingerly. "I can't use this. I might kill
somebody."
"Generally,
that's the point."
Scene
20 Part 2
As
the explosion reverberated through the monastery, Kevin
grabbed Michela
by the shoulders and threw her toward the archway. It was
about as solid a structure as there was in the cliff-side
dwelling. The support beams appeared to run straight through
to the ceiling - he hoped. And as the walls collapsed around
them, he shielded Michela from the brunt of falling debris.
But even his protection couldn't save her completely.
A
medieval looking light fixture hanging above them detached
itself from the wall during the commotion and swung precariously
close to them. It was that slight movement that separated
the two pushing Michela farther away from Kevin. He tried
to bring her back into the archway's safety but the light
fixture had other plans. On its second swing, it plowed
into him thrusting his body backward. The force snapped
the rope away from the wall sending the strange fixture
sailing harder into its prey. Luckily, it was the only falling
object that landed on Kevin. Michela , however, wasn't
so fortunate.
All
Kevin could see in the limited illumination was a woman's
hand under a pile of rocks. On her index finger was a silver
band encircled with clover leaves. He'd seen that ring before.
It was Michela 's. Ethan had given it to her as a gift
when they were first dating. Now the token was all Kevin
had to identify her with.
Wooden
beams stuck out haphazardly forming a tiny triangular cubby
hole. Hopefully, Michela was safe inside it. Slowly, painstakingly
he removed rock after rock and boulder after boulder from
around Michela 's trapped hand. Her fingers hadn't moved,
and Kevin worried that maybe she was dead. But he had to
force that thought from his mind. He resolved that no one
was going to die here today. He was responsible for these
people, and they were going to live no matter what he had
to do or how long he had to dig.
The
hallway behind the archway remained surprisingly in tact.
He grabbed a lighter from his pocket and lit a few old fashioned
torches that lined the walls. He hoped they were real and
not replicas because he desperately needed the light.
Freeing
Michela from her imprisonment proved more difficult than
he imagined. Her entire upper torso and probably her head
was covered in fallen debris.
"Come
on, Michela ," Kevin taunted. "Don't go out like this.
We have someone to save and I don't have time to try and
save you too. So, COME ON work with me here!"
Something
in his speech roused her. "Ethan?"
Her
soft, barely audible whisper slashed through Kevin's heart
like a knife. Why did she have to be in love with his brother?
The man was such a fool when it came to women. Ethan had
the most perfect woman, and he had let her slip
away because of his damn pride. "Well," he mumbled. "Maybe
there's a bright side to this after all. Ethan's loss is
my gain." The thought of someday winning Michela 's love
gave Kevin the needed adrenaline his body craved to complete
the task of freeing her.
Scene
20 Part 3
Octavia
Kassoff stood
at the two-way mirror sending icy glares to the inhabitant
on the other side. She knew he couldn't see her but the
mere act cleansed her vindictive heart a fraction. Knowing
what was about to take place filled her with joy. Soon her
plan would take shape and she'd get her ultimate revenge
- the death of Ethan
Fairchild.
A
slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she checked
her watch. One more minute and all would be right again.
Months of work finally resulting in victory. Though few
knew of her plan, those who did despised Ethan Fairchild
as much as she. Octavia reveled in what was about to take
shape. Her eyes narrowed as the time came to pass. Her brother's
death would soon be avenged. And he could rest peacefully
in death.
The
destruction on the surface wasn't meant to accomplish anything
more than distract Gia
Doyle for a fraction of a second. Pity that so much
devastation was required. The monastery was very elaborate,
it made her feel good to be there. A strange emotion considering
what she'd come there to do. The second the destruction
provided would give Octavia enough time to let her co-hort
Derek Lloyd into the control room and have him restrain
the Legacy's co-executive director. Gia was one strong bitch
and throwing her off balance was the only way to get maximal
advantage.
She
knew Derek would receive the pummeling of his life but in
the quest for revenge the price had to be high. She was
willing to sacrifice Derek for the greater good... or evil
as it were.
As
each bomb detonated a moderate expression of fear overcame
Gia's features. Octavia watched carefully as Gia scanned
the room searching for the source of the problem. She flipped
on the outside monitor only to find static crossing the
airwaves.
"What
in the..." Gia mouthed, while typing commands into her state
of the art computer.
Moments
passed until Gia was able to establish a connection to the
security cameras outside. The unit turned slowly doing a
wide sweep of the upper level. All the camera found was
rubble. Parts were smoldering but most of the first floor
was completely gone.
"What's
going on?"
"It's
simple, really," Octavia said as she slammed her hand on
a red button near Gia's left hand.
A
buzzer sounded indicating entrance into the room. The door
behind them opened. An unfamiliar man filled the doorway.
He was easily six feet. Gia sprung to her feet taking a
ready stance. Her eyes waffled between Octavia and the intruder
deciding which might strike first?
Like
a practiced ballet, Octavia and Derek performed simultaneous
moves which threw Gia off balance. Octavia then high kicked
her in the stomach. As her once ally bowled over in agony,
the man appeared from behind and grabbed Gia around the
throat. Steadily he held a large serrated knife there.
"Your
plans for Ethan are finished, Gia," Octavia spit out.
Gia's
face contorted in rage as she struggled against the man
holding the knife to her throat. "The Black Council will
find him - and you. They'll get what they want. They always
do."
"Oh,"
Octavia said nonchalantly. "I have no plans of freeing Ethan.
As soon as we escape, Ethan Fairchild is a dead man."
Scene
20 Part 4
It
was dark, and she couldn't see far in front of her. Something
was blocking the light- something big. Whatever it was,
it had to be massive. For a moment she wondered if her eyes
were closed. When she tried to bring her hand to her eyes,
a slight pressure drew her attention rousing her to an even
more alert state of consciousness. The moderate force she
exerted had multiple results. First, it made her realize
something was wrong. Then the pain in her other limbs began
to reveal themselves.
It
was Faith's
own scream that brought her fully awake. She tried to sit
up right but a mass of agony that centered in her hand prevented
her. When she tried moving her head a few inches, she discovered
an unwanted obstacle. It was hard, it was large and she
sensed it to be very heavy.
A
glimmer of recognition hit her when a toppled cross lying
beside her glowed. The bluish tint from her watch cast an
ethereal glow on the rocks around her. She was still in
the monastery -- or rather - under the monastery.
The
pain focused in her head, and her temples throbbed in protest.
As Faith rested her head on the uneven floor, she found
its cool surface was a welcome distraction.
Fear
gurgled up in her throat. There was no doubt about it. She
was trapped.
Scene
20 Part 5
Gia
Doyle wasn't
one for screaming. She'd learned in five years with the
Black Council, screaming got you nowhere. Cunning and patience
-- they were the name of the game.
So
she waited.
Emerald
eyes darted about the space two narrow green points of determination.
She could smell the stench of the man holding the serrated
blade, feel each sharp prang as he pressed it closer into
her neck. Distaste welled up in her throat. The man's cologne
was far from designer and it reeked sucking up the air in
the room.
She
struggled a bit, testing boundaries. He was obviously not
an agent. He held his upper torso too stiffly and his stance
somewhat stable could prove to be his undoing. Painstakingly,
she searched for any other disadvantage.
The
buzzing of the equipment around her grew more intense as
she struggled to hear Octavia in the next room. Silence
was her only answer. Ethan could be dead for all she knew.
But his death was not an option. They had bigger
plans for him - much bigger. And not even Octavia Kassoff
was going to get in her way.
As
she wriggled again, the man thumped her upside the head.
She could feel the steam valve in her mind break. Enough
was enough!
"Oh,
you are so dead." Gia pounded the back of her head
into her captor's. It made a sickening dull thud. He stumbled
back, releasing her. She quarter turned, round-house kicked
him to the stomach, and retrieved the Glock from her waistband.
The
man stared up at her. Fear glinting in his eyes. "Don't
ever underestimate the power of a woman," she said
cooly.
Without
blinking an eye, Gia shot him dead, then quickly turned,
racing into the next room. It was empty. Octavia had escaped
with Ethan.
Scene
20 Part 6
Scarlett
was lying face down, obviously unconscious. The back of
her shirt was dark brown-red, as was her hair. It was hard
to tell the subtleties in such a cramped space. It could
be blood or just a strange shadow. He didn't know. Phoenix
didn't want to speculate.
Above
him rocks shifted sending a cascade of tiny particles down
on him.. He wished he could cover Scarlett's face and protect
her like a brother should but he was too far away and his
leg was trapped beneath a large section of the ceiling.
"We're
never getting out of here," Phoenix moaned, tugging at his
immobile leg. "Nobody knows we're in here." He ranted even
though he doubted many were alive to hear. "It's not like
a house just fell in on us. It was the whole damn mountain!"
Phoenix's
rambles woke Faith
who had fallen asleep momentarily. All she could think about
was surrendering to the warm, inviting darkness of sleep.
And that damn boy was tearing sleep from her.
"Shut
up," Faith moaned. Her voice was barely a whisper but the
words echoed in her head like a jackhammer.
"Faith?
Where are you?" Phoenix's voice brightened.
"Don't...
know," her tone grew even softer, as if speaking was a struggle.
Hearing
Faith's voice gave Phoenix renewed hope that maybe the others
had survived as well.
"Keep
talking. I'll come to you. Let me free my leg first."
Minutes
passed as he focused on moving the large wooden beam. Part
of it had splintered leaving a huge gash in his thigh. The
pain had yet to register. Once loose he wriggled out from
under his stone coffin popping out on top of the rubble.
"Faith?
Keep talking. Where are you? ... Faith? ... FAITH?!"
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