Ashes - Fire In The Ashes Part 13
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"Nothing."
Quicker than a strike of a snake, Hartline cupped a breast and brutally squeezed it. Sabra screamed in pain.
"Don't lie to me, baby-I don't really trust you; not yet. But don't ever lie to me."
"I wasn't lying to you!" Sabra gasped the reply.
"Oh, I know it," Hartline said, s.h.i.+fting into another personality. "That was just a little reminder not to ever lie to me."
He raised up on an elbow and kissed the bruised breast.
Sabra waited for the pain to subside and said, "Have you given any thought to my doing the story on you?"
"Yeah. But I haven't made up my mind yet. And I don't look for little Roanna to come back."
"She'll be back."
"Maybe, and maybe all this is some sort of little tricky game you cooked up inside that pretty head.
We'll see about it. Right now, you get me hard. You know how I like it."
Sabra s.h.i.+fted positions without hesitation and took the mercenary orally. Her breast still hurt from the squeezing of Hartline's hard hand. There were too many lives at stake for her to slip now. She was committed. But had she known what Hartline was thinking while she performed f.e.l.l.a.t.i.o on him, Sabra would have cheerfully bitten his c.o.c.k off.
"How are we receiving these from Levant?" Ben asked, after reading the first secret communique from the senior FBI agent.
"Scrambled radio messages on an old military frequency," Cecil told him. "The man's taking a h.e.l.l of a chance doing this. Got to admire his courage."
"So Lowry got to all these top senators and representatives through fear."
"And rape," Ike said. "These others," he pointed to the second row of names, "are the ones President Addison can trust. The only ones who would vote aye on anything Addison proposed."
"But not enough of them to make any difference," Ben noted.
"Yeah. Lowry's slick, no doubt about it. But this other message, right down there, interests me more."
The message read: Lowry might be unstable. Showing signs of slight mental deterioration. Believed the VP about to ask Hartline to set up liaison with NBC chief in Richmond, Sabra Olivier. Has video tape of lady with Hartline; watches it daily. Must warn you if lady is playing games, she is playing in the big leagues, way out of her field. If aforementioned lady is working with you people, ease her out. Hartline is insane, but brilliantly so. If he discovers the game-if any-the lady will die hard.
"You know what this tells me?" Cecil said.
Ben and Ike glanced at the black educator-turned-Rebel.
"The Secret Service is not happy with Lowry either. Levant has some of them on his side, as well."
"Yeah," Ike slowly nodded his head in agreement. "No other way he could have gotten this without their help. Or at least it would have been very difficult." He glanced at Ben; but the man appeared deep in thought. "Ben?"
"Maybe we can do this without a lot of bloodshed," Ben finally spoke. "Maybe we can pull a Banana Republic coup d'etat."
"a.s.sa.s.sination?" Cecil asked.
"Ifthe Secret Service has people loyal to Addison who will go along with it."
"Those guys aren't exactly your average hit-type person," Ike reminded him. "They're a pretty true-blue bunch of men and women. You know what I mean."
Ben grinned at his friend. "Not like us old h.e.l.l Hounds and SEALs, eh, Ike?"
Ike returned his grin, the gesture taking years off the Mississippi-born Medal of Honor-winner. "Yeah.
They ain't been trained with piano wire and K-Bars. I mean, don't get me wrong; I'm not questioning their courage. They'd die for the people they're protecting-that's one of the risks of the job. But to cold-bloodedly kill ... I don't know, Ben."
"It's worth a shot," Cecil injected. "If there is a chance we can stop any further ma.s.s bloodshed; any way to get this country out from under Cody and Lowry and Hartline ... it's worth it."
"All right, let's see if Levant goes along with it," Ben said. "All he can do is tell us no; he can't say any more than that without exposing his own position."
"I wish there was some way to help the Olivier girl, Nancy," Ike said. "Fifteen is a rough age to be initiated into the kinkiness of a noodle like Hartline."
"I prefer not to think about it," Ben said. "But I must admit, I haven't been successful since Miss Hickman mentioned it. And speaking of Miss Hickman..." Ben cut his eyes.
The reporter was walking along a path with Dawn. Roanna had been in the camp for less than twenty-four hours, had successfully pa.s.sed her PSE testing, and then, to Ben's surprise, had voluntarily requested the hypnosis testing. She looked a little shaky, with Dawn holding on to her elbow.
"Doctor Harris said she fought the drug," Cecil said. "Seems she had some ... events in her past she was reluctant to bring under the light of memory, to use his words."
"Oh?" Ben looked at him.
"Nothing to do with us," Cecil a.s.sured him. "Childhood matters-before the big war of '88."
"Abuse?" Ike asked.
"Yes-of the worst kind. When the world exploded, her mother was off on a trip to New York.
Roanna was seventeen. Seems her father picked that moment to ... ah ... resume his molestation. Roanna killed him with his own .38. Doctor Harris said she broke down under the drugs and wept for a long time. Said he believes she finally got it out of her system-the memories and the guilt a.s.sociated with the killing. That must be a terrible thing."
"She looks pretty d.a.m.n tough to me," Ike said. "And comes across that way, too. But maybe that's just some kind of act."
"Coping," Ben said. "Defense coloration." But his eyes were not on the NBC reporter, but on Dawn.
He had seen quite a lot of her in thePenthouse spread on her. Now he would like to see more. Much more. Jerre was fading into the vault of memories. Ben was both happy and sad she had found her ex-boyfriend, and viewed his debut as a father with mixed feelings.
For a moment, he was reminded of his last moments with Salina...
In the last days of the mopping up in the Tri-States, only a few thousand men and women had made it out of the Tri-States alive. It had taken the government thirty-five days to crush the dream of Ben Raines and his followers.
Now, in a mountainous, heavily wooded area, west and north of the Tri-States capital, Vista, HQ's company of Tri-States' Rebels prepared to fight their last fight. Most of them had been together for years. The children with the company should have been gone and safe by now, but they'd been cut off and forced to return to the main body. It was now back to alpha, and omega was just around the corner, waiting for most of them.
There was a way out, but it was a long shot.
Ben sat talking with his adopted twins, Jack and Tina.
"Jack, you've got to look after Salina, now. I'm going to split the company and lead a diversion team. I think it's our only way out. I'll be all right, son; don't worry about me. I'm still an ol' curly wolf with some tricks up my sleeve."
"Then you'll join us later?" Tina asked, tears running down her face.
"Sure. Count on it." Ben shook Jack's hand and kissed Tina. "Go on, now, join up with Colonel Elliot. I want to talk with your mother."
Salina came to his side, slipping her hand in his. They were both grimy from gunsmoke and dirt and sweat. Ben thought she had never looked more beautiful than during her pregnancy; she had stood like a dusty Valkyrie by his side, firing an M-16 during the heaviest of fighting.
"We didn't have much time together, did we, Ben?"
"We have a lot of time left us, babe," Ben replied gently.
She smiled; a sad smile. "Con the kids, General. Don't try to bulls.h.i.+t me."
"I wish we'd had more time," Ben said ruefully. He kissed her, very gently, very tenderly, without pa.s.sion or l.u.s.t. A man kissing a woman good-bye.
Salina grasped at the moment. "Is there any chance at all?"
"Not much of one." He leveled with her.
She tried a smile, then suddenly began to weep, softly, almost silently. "I love you, Ben Raines," she said, kissing him. She smiled through the tears. "Even if you are a honky."
"And I love you, Salina." He fought back his own tears to return her smile. "Now you step 'n' fetch yore a.s.s on outta here, baby."
And together they laughed.
Ben helped her to her feet, gazed at her for a moment, then left her, walking away to join the group he was taking on diversion. Abruptly, without any warning, the silent forest erupted into blood and violence.
A platoon of paratroopers, quiet and deadly, came at the Rebels; the peaceful woods turned into hand-to-hand combat.
With his old Thompson on full automatic, Ben burned a clip into the paratroopers, bringing down half a dozen. Salina screamed behind him, Ben spun in time to see her impaled on a bayonet. Her mouth opened and closed in silent agony; her hands slowly crawled snakelike down her stomach to clutch at the rifle barrel, to try to pull the hot pain from her stomach. The bayonet had driven through the unborn baby.
Salina screamed as she began miscarrying.
"Jesus Christ!" the trooper yelled, as he saw what he had done. He tried to pull the blade from her belly.
The blade was stuck. He pulled the trigger-reflex from hard training-and blew the blade free, sending half a dozen slugs into Salina, throwing her backward from the force.
Ben shot the trooper through the head with his .45 pistol, blowing half the man's head off. Salina collapsed to the ground.
Ben was at her side as his Rebels, offering no mercy, took the fight to the troopers. The Rebels took no prisoners.
Salina was fading quickly. She smiled a b.l.o.o.d.y smile and said, "Sorry 'bout the baby, honey. But with our luck it would probably have been a koala bear."
She closed her eyes and died.
At Ben's orders, the Rebels drifted silently into the forest, taking their wounded, leaving their dead; Salina and the boy lay among the still and the quiet and the dead. Ants had already begun their march across her face. She lay in a puddle of thickening blood, one hand on the arm of her dead child.
Ten.
"How are the new people working out, fitting in?" Ben asked Cecil.
"A-okay, so far. Slater and Green are both prior-service. Air Force. Judy Fowler's going to be fine. I think they're all going to make it, Ben. But we're getting to the point of overtraining."
"Some of the people getting edgy?"
"More than a few. Jimmy Brady is h.e.l.l-on-wheels with a rifle. Ike says he's never seen anyone better.
Dawn Bellever is never going to be any great shakes with any weapon, but she managed to qualify on the range. I've a.s.signed her to your office," he dropped that in without pausing.
"All right," Ben said absently. "I want only the very best to hit the field-if that time comes. a.s.sign all the others to non-combat duties; but make sure they understand they are to fight if it comes to that."
Cecil looked at his friend.
Ben looked up, catching the worry in the man's eyes. "Something, Cecil?"
"Guess I've delayed long enough, Ben-you'd better hear it from me and not from the grapevine."
"We've been together a long time, Cecil. Never been any lies between us."
"Call a spade a spade, eh, Ben?" Cecil laughed at the old joke.
"I'm glad you said that and not me, buddy. Come on, Cecil-what gives?"
"Tina."
Ben sat up in his chair.
"She's left the base camp."
"Got her a boyfriend?"
"No, Ben," Cecil spoke softly. "She's gone with Gray's Scouts. Out in the field."
Ben started to blow wide open. He caught himself and forced himself to calm down. Ben took several deep breaths and relaxed in the chair. "I keep forgetting she is a grown woman. And d.a.m.n good at her work. But I would like to know why I wasn't told of this."
"You know the rules, Ben: no questions asked in that outfit."
"Where are they training?"
Cecil shrugged. "I don't know, Ben. If I did, I'd tell you. You know that's the way Captain Gray wanted it. But he is due to call in next week ... if you choose to interfere." There was a definite note of disapproval in Cecil's voice.
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