out."
Kenslir motioned and four airmen in camouflage, with M-4 carbines and dark blue berets walked over.
"These Airmen, and Agent Keegan, are going to escort you to secure quarters for awhile."
"I'm a prisoner?" Jason asked. "Where are they taking me?" he was feeling panicked again.
"You'll be fine," Pam said. "The boss has some other stuff to attend to. He'll get to you later."
Pam put her hand on Jason's elbow and led him to a large SUV waiting nearby. The Airmen fell into step around them.
***
Kenslir drove them across the base to a hospital. Josie was finally able to see where they were- Dobbins Air Reserve Base was written on the wall of the small base hospital.
They went to the second floor, past armed guards and finally entered a large room. Jimmy was laying in a bed, various tubes sticking out of him, a heart rate monitor dutifully beeping beside him as he slept.
"Jimmy...." Josie said, tears welling in her eyes. She rushed to the bedside and gently touched his hand.
Kenslir had told her on the phone he was injured. Josie had imagined the worse- that Jimmy had been broken apart again. But being flesh and blood, and on life support? It was shocking.
"How?" Josie asked.
"The shades were under the command of a para who could absorb etheric energy," Kenslir said.
At the foot of the bed, Laura was reading Jimmy's chart.
"Like Jason," Josie said, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
Kenslir nodded. "As improbable as it sounds, the two events seem linked. The para at Chickamauga more than likely killed Jason Trumball's parents."
"And took his father's body," Laura said, looking up from the chart.
Kenslir glared at her briefly and Laura shrugged, then went back to reading.
"How bad is it?" Josie asked, looking back at Jimmy. She gently rubbed his hand.
"His kidney was punctured and his spine severed. He lost most of his blood and had to be resuscitated on the way here."
Fresh tears poured down Josie's cheeks.
"I can fix him," Laura said, putting the chart down.
Josie looked up at her, pleadingly. "You can?"
"Well, with a little help," Laura said. She walked over to the Colonel, slipping an arm through his and pressing up against him. "I need a quick bite, first."
Kenslir held up his left hand, palm out.
Laura pouted her lips. "A kiss is much more effective."
"Laura, please!" Josie said. She was still crying and clutching Jimmy's hand where he lay unconscious.
"Fine." The vampire grabbed Kenslir's hand with her right. Blue-green light crackled from between their hands.
Laura grinned and grabbed Kenslir's behind with her free hand. "Tasty as always, darling!"
The Colonel glared but said nothing. The energy flashed from between their palms, as Laura maintained her grip. Kenslir's neck began to lose its color, turning gray. The discoloration crept up, toward his face.
Josie glanced down to the Colonel's hand- it was losing its color as well.
Laura finally broke her grip. "Yes!" She exclaimed, breathing hard. "That's the good stuff." She leaned in quick and kissed Kenslir on his stone colored lips- his face was now a solid gray, up to his nose.
She then turned away, and walked around to the other side of the bed. The color began to return to the Colonel's face and hand.
Laura carefully propped open first one, then the other of Jimmy's eyes. "Good pupillary response," she said.
She then began to roll the blankets down, and pulled up the gown Jimmy had on. Josie gasped and turned away when she saw all the gauze and bandages, soaked with blood, taped over his stomach.
"This has got to go," Laura said, quickly pulling at tape and gauze. "The trick is to go fast, so they don't feel anything."
Colonel Kenslir was back to normal now, his color restored, and stood silently watching from the side.
"Such shoddy workmanship," Laura said when she had at last exposed the wound. "You should teach your soldiers to sew better," she commented.
Finally, the vampire laid her palm over the wound.
Kenslir motioned and four airmen in camouflage, with M-4 carbines and dark blue berets walked over.
"These Airmen, and Agent Keegan, are going to escort you to secure quarters for awhile."
"I'm a prisoner?" Jason asked. "Where are they taking me?" he was feeling panicked again.
"You'll be fine," Pam said. "The boss has some other stuff to attend to. He'll get to you later."
Pam put her hand on Jason's elbow and led him to a large SUV waiting nearby. The Airmen fell into step around them.
***
Kenslir drove them across the base to a hospital. Josie was finally able to see where they were- Dobbins Air Reserve Base was written on the wall of the small base hospital.
They went to the second floor, past armed guards and finally entered a large room. Jimmy was laying in a bed, various tubes sticking out of him, a heart rate monitor dutifully beeping beside him as he slept.
"Jimmy...." Josie said, tears welling in her eyes. She rushed to the bedside and gently touched his hand.
Kenslir had told her on the phone he was injured. Josie had imagined the worse- that Jimmy had been broken apart again. But being flesh and blood, and on life support? It was shocking.
"How?" Josie asked.
"The shades were under the command of a para who could absorb etheric energy," Kenslir said.
At the foot of the bed, Laura was reading Jimmy's chart.
"Like Jason," Josie said, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
Kenslir nodded. "As improbable as it sounds, the two events seem linked. The para at Chickamauga more than likely killed Jason Trumball's parents."
"And took his father's body," Laura said, looking up from the chart.
Kenslir glared at her briefly and Laura shrugged, then went back to reading.
"How bad is it?" Josie asked, looking back at Jimmy. She gently rubbed his hand.
"His kidney was punctured and his spine severed. He lost most of his blood and had to be resuscitated on the way here."
Fresh tears poured down Josie's cheeks.
"I can fix him," Laura said, putting the chart down.
Josie looked up at her, pleadingly. "You can?"
"Well, with a little help," Laura said. She walked over to the Colonel, slipping an arm through his and pressing up against him. "I need a quick bite, first."
Kenslir held up his left hand, palm out.
Laura pouted her lips. "A kiss is much more effective."
"Laura, please!" Josie said. She was still crying and clutching Jimmy's hand where he lay unconscious.
"Fine." The vampire grabbed Kenslir's hand with her right. Blue-green light crackled from between their hands.
Laura grinned and grabbed Kenslir's behind with her free hand. "Tasty as always, darling!"
The Colonel glared but said nothing. The energy flashed from between their palms, as Laura maintained her grip. Kenslir's neck began to lose its color, turning gray. The discoloration crept up, toward his face.
Josie glanced down to the Colonel's hand- it was losing its color as well.
Laura finally broke her grip. "Yes!" She exclaimed, breathing hard. "That's the good stuff." She leaned in quick and kissed Kenslir on his stone colored lips- his face was now a solid gray, up to his nose.
She then turned away, and walked around to the other side of the bed. The color began to return to the Colonel's face and hand.
Laura carefully propped open first one, then the other of Jimmy's eyes. "Good pupillary response," she said.
She then began to roll the blankets down, and pulled up the gown Jimmy had on. Josie gasped and turned away when she saw all the gauze and bandages, soaked with blood, taped over his stomach.
"This has got to go," Laura said, quickly pulling at tape and gauze. "The trick is to go fast, so they don't feel anything."
Colonel Kenslir was back to normal now, his color restored, and stood silently watching from the side.
"Such shoddy workmanship," Laura said when she had at last exposed the wound. "You should teach your soldiers to sew better," she commented.
Finally, the vampire laid her palm over the wound.
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