Three people had entered the room, though it seemed two were just there for the protection of the third. These two, a man and a woman, wore the same uniforms as the officials who had escorted them in. The other man, a rigid looking fellow who had graying brown hair at his temples, visible below his hat, looked like the sort of person one didn’t mess around with. His uniform was a dark brown, and he had several pins on his lapel.
He sat a bottle of water and the translating device on the table and then pulled out the other chair across from Rain, studying her. “Rain Gretchintown?” he asked her.
Rain nodded before she managed, “Yes, sir.” It was odd using that word--sir. It had almost fallen out of their language since no one ever needed it for anything in Michaelanburg.
“I am Lt. Gordon Laurent. It is my understanding that you are an escapee from the country of Michaelanburg and that
Another loud blast went off as a shell fired from an artillery vehicle exploded into an armored tank across the lines in the Spanish-America Army ranks. That damn tank had already taken out two transporters and a few of their smaller artillery vehicles. As White watched the large Spanish-American vehicle explode from a fortified bunker on the high ground overlooking the battlefield, she hoped every soul aboard died a horrible, fiery death.The Mothers seemed to be winning, but it was hard to say. Their forces hadn’t been pushed back from their own southern border yet, but then the Spanish-American ranks seemed to fill back in whenever they took a large swath of them out. She knew the southern country was much more densely populated than Michaelanburg, and since they allowed both men and women to fight amongst their military ranks, there was a possibility they could have two or three times the number of soldiers the Mothers had available. They&rsquo
None of the people that had loaded her into the back seat of the car had translator devices, so Rain could understand next to nothing of what they were telling her. It was only through gestures that the military officials had indicated to her that she was supposed to get into the back seat of the sedan. The driver, dressed in the same military uniform that the soldiers who had accompanied Lt. Laurent into her holding cell had been wearing, said nothing as he piloted her along a winding asphalt road, devoid of any other vehicles save the occasional green military jeep.Alone in the back of the car, Rain could only guess where they might be headed. The vehicle seemed to be taking an easterly path, but even after all of the running and navigating over open ground she’d done recently, she didn’t know for sure. She tried to stay calm, telling herself, at least they weren’t headed south. They were still in Quebec, after all. But for all she k
Several days went by. The five of them spent much of their time doing nothing but talking about what might be taking Prime Minister Bissett so long and worrying. They also watched the news. It was obvious the Spanish-American forces were pushing the Mothers back, but the invasion was slow going, and it wasn’t clear whether or not the southern nation would give up and decide to go back home before reaching even the cities of Michaelanburg situated closest to their border.They were listening to one such news report in the room assigned to Mist, since Walt had basically moved in there already and it was easier for the other three to come to them, when a sharp knock at the door drew their attention. Several times during the day, they were interrupted by knocks--food delivery, fresh clothing, someone from the staff checking to see if they needed anything--but this one was different. At the sound of it, Rain’s heart leapt into her throat. All five
The prime minister stopped whatever it was he’d been about to say and stared at her. “Fossil fuels?” She nodded. “You’re sure?” Again, Rain nodded, even though she wasn’t a hundred percent sure. She was only going by what Mist had said, what she’d gathered on their journey, and the evidence she’d seen in Dafo.Mist’s eyes were heavy on the side of her face, as if she wished Rain had not said anything, but it had been a last resort. Her friend spoke up now. “There’s documentation in Michaelanburg that shows many of the Military Mothers’ vehicles run on oil based fuels. Dafo knocked one out of the sky not long ago. They may have more information for you.” She left out the part that Dal had not recovered the vehicle.Prime Minister Bissett’s expression changed, but only slightly. It seemed clear this information was something else to consider. Fossil
Beginning of Volume 3: Rain's Return Smoke burned her lungs, and every muscle of her body was on fire, but Rain wasn’t going to quit. She had ten more reps to do to complete her training for the day, and even though the last thing on earth she wanted to do was start the obstacle course over, she knew she had to run through it ten more times if she ever wanted to go back to her room, take a shower, and collapse on the bed. Lt. Gordon Laurant was a nice fellow when one was sitting across from him in the parlor at dinner, but on the training field, he was a savage, demanding more of them than Rain could’ve ever thought possible. Yet, as she took off again, making another loop through large tractor tires, a muddy swamp, over spinning logs, and across a ropes course that had left her hands burned and full of rope splinters, she knew no one could train her to take on the Mothers like this
The orders were pretty simple. It told them what to bring with them and where to arrive in the morning. All of their gear needed to fit into one backpack that would be light enough for them to carry, so there wouldn’t be any room to bring anything extra along. Luckily, this time, there would be supply trucks along with them to refill anything they ran out of along the mission.Rain had her bag out and was packing it while Adam was in the shower. She used the checklist Josie had sent her to make sure she had everything. Hers was a little different as she was a back-up medic, in case there was no official military medic around when someone was injured. So she had a kit that contained Quebecian versions of the same instruments she’d used back home, more or less. A few items were missing, and she had a few she’d had to learn how to use. Quebec’s technology was not as advanced as Michael
Riding in the back of a large military transport vehicle wasn’t new to Adam. He’d ridden in one to different training facilities several times before. It jostled them along the road so that their teeth were chattering, but all of the soldiers on board didn’t even notice as their minds were on other things. They were shipping out. At least three dozen uniformed soldiers, wearing the black and olive green of the Quebecian Army, sat shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip on benches in the back of every vehicle, and the convoy stretched on for miles both in front and behind him, as far as he could see. They were on their way to the military airport where they would all board transport flyers where they would take a four hour flight to the territory now occupied by what was called the Unity, which consisted mostly of forces from Quebec and Seth’s home country of Oklasaw to the north of Michaelanburg and Spanish-Amer
Of all of the people from their group of friends Rain could’ve found herself on the transport with, Seth probably would’ve been her last choice. It wasn’t that she didn’t like and respect him, but after they’d shared that kiss, their relationship had become increasingly awkward. Especially once Adam came back. Seth had known all along how Rain felt about Adam, so he should’ve kept that in mind before he made his move. Perhaps he didn’t think Adam was coming back, or maybe he couldn’t help himself. Either way, the uneasiness between them wasn’t comfortable for either of them.They weren’t allowed to speak to one another during the transport anyway. Instead, they’d sat near each other on the truck to the airport without speaking or even looking at each other, and now they were strapped into an airplane, sailing far above the territory they&rsq