Together -- Chapter 77

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White limped forward on his cane. “I can’t believe I let those freaks get away.”

“You’re not the only one who’s hurting,” Stephen, whose left arm was in a sling, said. “I got shot by some sniper that they must have had on the building across the street from the store as I was trying to direct our traffic after 452 and her friends got inside the building. The only reason that it didn’t hit my heart and kill me was because I was moving around at the time and even a transgenic can’t kill a moving target all of the time.” They stopped and turned around when they saw the woman walking towards them on the pier. “From our fathers before us, for our sons.”

“From my mother before me, for my daughters,” the woman said. “Brother White. Brother Garrison. You two look like you have picked up some battle scars recently.”

“We did,” White confirmed. “The freaks got away from us last night with no casualties to their side. We lost a few of our brothers and sisters in the chase both above and underground. The good news is that the information about 452, 599, 494, and 405 is set to be given out on the news this evening. Wherever they are, they’ll be pinned down there.”

“We believe that the most likely place that they are hiding in is Terminal City, right here in Seattle,” Stephen continued. “All transgenics, regardless of which series they are, are completely immune to the toxins that are still in the air in that area. Normal humans are not and even we are not immune to them. It is, unfortunately, a perfect place for the freaks to hide since humans are forbidden to enter there. A whole large sector of the city just for the freaks.”

“I see.” The woman looked thoughtful. “Well, I have to tell you that despite not capturing or executing any of the transgenics during the events that occurred yesterday, the Conclave is still extremely happy with the end result. We also agree that they are most likely pinned down in a fashion in Terminal City. I know that the two of you would still like to go after 452 and her fellow transgenics, but don’t worry. Thanks to Brother White’s tremendous efforts over the past nine months as well as the wonderful contributions that you, Brother Garrison, also have made, we are way ahead of schedule. Unfortunately, you both also know the delicate and time-sensitive nature of our plans and they must be executed on the time table that was set forth so long ago. So you two can kick back and relax for months at least. You have both earned it.”

“Thank you,” White said. “It does our hearts good to hear the praise of the Conclave.”

“As it does the hearts of the Conclave to know and see that so much is being done for all of us,” the woman said. “Now, as a Familiar and as a concerned friend, I am asking you both to go home and relax. Again, you have earned it.”

“Actually, we were going to go back to my house as soon we pick up Brother Garrison’s daughter from nursery school,” White told her. “Wendy is going to make her special pot roast and mashed potatoes tonight and she invited Brother Garrison and his daughter over for an early dinner. Would you care to join us?”

“I believe that I will,” the woman said. “Your wife’s cooking is nothing short of superb and I would like to see Brother Garrison’s daughter again.”

“The car that we took is over there.” White pointed to one of the cars in the nearby parking lot. “You can follow us to Carrie’s school and then we’ll go to my house right from there.”

“Very good,” the woman said. “I will see you there. Fenos’tol.”

“Fenos’tol,” White and Stephen said.

TBC