Intelligent Design: Revelations to Apocalypse by J. M. Erickson Page A
Authors: J. M. Erickson
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people milled around, and in the confusion, they didn’t notice three small women wearing all black helping an injured man and a barefoot woman covered with blood. Riesman glanced behind her. A large police barrier obstructed the road nearly half a block away. Above her, helicopter wreckage was embedded in the third floor, and two stories above that, the penthouse burned. Brilliant yellow and white flames curled skyward and spread across the entire top floor.
Impressive.
She turned her gaze to the front and walked on with Lux at her side. “Where are we going?”
“To a very fast vehicle,” Lux replied.
“And that fire back there?”
“A little something-something I concocted to not only burn rapidly but to such high temperatures that it should melt metal, bone, teeth and everything around it. They won’t be able to identify anyone. If they know we were all there, they should believe that we are all dead. Hopefully, they won’t make the connection unless they find the trap door, which was at the epicenter of the blast.” Still smiling at her handiwork, she opened a car door and assisted Riesman into the back seat with Dee Dee and Perez. Lux and Vespere climbed into the front. Dee Dee, observing Perez closely, removed blood-soaked bandages and replaced them with clean ones. Only then did Riesman realize that Perez had been hit.
“Oh my God!”
“Not to worry, Riesman. Two bullets cleared vital organs though one looks like it collapsed a lung. If we get him to the ship quickly, he should be fine once we clear the landing zone. Vespere, go to the emergency extraction zone on the island; we are going to the old fort in Boston Bay.
Silent Star Falling
has made all of its pickups and is already preparing to land, but it has only five windows to accomplish this between the Earthers' aircraft traveling over it and the possibility of pursuit. There is a small landing craft exposed to open ocean that will take you to the yacht.”
“Excellent! We’ll be able to go fishing. I love the ocean,” Lux said as the car took off at a fast clip.
“The chart, course, and supplies are all in place. Once I leave, take the new Milites and Dr. Riesman to the new location and continue with the preparation. Also, the Keeper apparently left three pounds of chestnuts for you both in the boat.”
“Praise the Keeper and may she have long life!” Lux cried.
Riesman swam in a sea of information with no idea of what to do. Should she make a break for it once the car stopped, or continue on with them? After all, throughout everything, Perez and these women could have let her die—a couple of times. But they hadn’t. She looked at Perez. He appeared to be unconscious. It hit her how brutally Agent Harper had killed her boss right in front of her and brazenly admitted to killing Hiaki. She realized that the people she could trust might be only the ones with her right now.
“Dammit,” she said quietly.
Chapter Seven
Silent Falling Star - Earth
Virtue is not left to stand alone. He who practices it will have neighbors-
Confucius
“I'm sorry for all of this, Bobbie Jo.” Perez spoke with difficulty from where he lay on the back seat of the car.
Riesman knelt beside him with the door open, her back towards a large open field. His face had swollen, and bandages and compresses covered his body. “Don’t talk, Anthony. You’re working on one lung …”
Perez frowned as if trying to remember something. “It makes sense that you take over … Roberta Joanne Riesman: retired Major, Executive Director of Readiness, Disaster Logistics, Office of Response and Recovery at FEMA, US Office of Naval Intelligence, Ph.D. Psychology, MPH … it makes sense … you’ll understand the issues … the disaster, hysteria …” he muttered.
Not knowing what to do, she put her hand on his shoulder. It seemed to bring him back to the present, and they sat quietly for a moment in an empty field in the middle of an abandoned fort in Boston
Impressive.
She turned her gaze to the front and walked on with Lux at her side. “Where are we going?”
“To a very fast vehicle,” Lux replied.
“And that fire back there?”
“A little something-something I concocted to not only burn rapidly but to such high temperatures that it should melt metal, bone, teeth and everything around it. They won’t be able to identify anyone. If they know we were all there, they should believe that we are all dead. Hopefully, they won’t make the connection unless they find the trap door, which was at the epicenter of the blast.” Still smiling at her handiwork, she opened a car door and assisted Riesman into the back seat with Dee Dee and Perez. Lux and Vespere climbed into the front. Dee Dee, observing Perez closely, removed blood-soaked bandages and replaced them with clean ones. Only then did Riesman realize that Perez had been hit.
“Oh my God!”
“Not to worry, Riesman. Two bullets cleared vital organs though one looks like it collapsed a lung. If we get him to the ship quickly, he should be fine once we clear the landing zone. Vespere, go to the emergency extraction zone on the island; we are going to the old fort in Boston Bay.
Silent Star Falling
has made all of its pickups and is already preparing to land, but it has only five windows to accomplish this between the Earthers' aircraft traveling over it and the possibility of pursuit. There is a small landing craft exposed to open ocean that will take you to the yacht.”
“Excellent! We’ll be able to go fishing. I love the ocean,” Lux said as the car took off at a fast clip.
“The chart, course, and supplies are all in place. Once I leave, take the new Milites and Dr. Riesman to the new location and continue with the preparation. Also, the Keeper apparently left three pounds of chestnuts for you both in the boat.”
“Praise the Keeper and may she have long life!” Lux cried.
Riesman swam in a sea of information with no idea of what to do. Should she make a break for it once the car stopped, or continue on with them? After all, throughout everything, Perez and these women could have let her die—a couple of times. But they hadn’t. She looked at Perez. He appeared to be unconscious. It hit her how brutally Agent Harper had killed her boss right in front of her and brazenly admitted to killing Hiaki. She realized that the people she could trust might be only the ones with her right now.
“Dammit,” she said quietly.
Chapter Seven
Silent Falling Star - Earth
Virtue is not left to stand alone. He who practices it will have neighbors-
Confucius
“I'm sorry for all of this, Bobbie Jo.” Perez spoke with difficulty from where he lay on the back seat of the car.
Riesman knelt beside him with the door open, her back towards a large open field. His face had swollen, and bandages and compresses covered his body. “Don’t talk, Anthony. You’re working on one lung …”
Perez frowned as if trying to remember something. “It makes sense that you take over … Roberta Joanne Riesman: retired Major, Executive Director of Readiness, Disaster Logistics, Office of Response and Recovery at FEMA, US Office of Naval Intelligence, Ph.D. Psychology, MPH … it makes sense … you’ll understand the issues … the disaster, hysteria …” he muttered.
Not knowing what to do, she put her hand on his shoulder. It seemed to bring him back to the present, and they sat quietly for a moment in an empty field in the middle of an abandoned fort in Boston
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