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The Promised Land: (Part 16) Burn it Down
“Whoa, did you make this?” Caden said
in awe when he saw the scarf. He pulled it out of the paper wrapping and admired
the woven pattern in the soft material.
“Yep! Knitted it myself,” Hope
chirped with a smile. “I hope you like it. Red is still your favorite color,
right?”
“Yeah,” he answered hesitantly. “But
I can’t take this.” He tried to give it back, but Hope made no move to take it.
“Sure you can! I made it for your birthday, silly.” Her bubbly statement ended
with an endearing giggle.
“Hope, that was three weeks ago,” an
unconvinced Caden retorted.
“So it’s a little late.” She
shrugged. “I wanted to give it to you in person.”
“What about Shy?”
“Don’t worry. He’ll get his
present when he wakes up.” Hope swung her legs back and forth over the edge of
the bed they were both sitting on. “Happy Birthday!”
“Thank you, Hope. For everything.”
She curiously tilted her head.
“Whatever do you mean?”
“You, you’re mom, you’re dad…”
Caden always felt like he was grasping at straws when it came to expressing
gratitude. Somehow, a simple “thank you” seemed so trite in comparison to all
the love and care Hope’s family showed the twins. “You’re family has always
been there for us. Me and Shiloh, I mean. Shiloh and I. However that goes. Ever
since Mom and Dad… ever since…” Caden gave up and sighed. It was still too
difficult for him. Hope gently bumped him with her shoulder and he rocked at
little. He looked at her over his shoulder. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” she whispered
with a smile.
“Cute.” A familiar voiced matched
an equally familiar silhouette leaning against the doorframe. Caden stood up quickly
out of surprise, robbed of what little joy he had.
“Hello, Ezra,” he said calmly in
spite of being caught off guard. It wasn’t exactly that he was unhappy to see
the Gypsy seer. After all, he had been looking for her for a few days now. “She
just has a way with unpleasant timing,” he thought.
“Blitz,” Ezra nodded in return,
leaning against the frame with her arms crossed. “I need to speak with you.”
Caden ran a hand through his hair
as he remembered the last time they “spoke.” The news she brought was rarely
good. Just as rarely was the information wrong. Looking back at Hope, a half
smile flashed across his face before he left the room.
Walking through the hall with
Ezra, Caden waited a moment before speaking. “I have the package.” He shoved
his hands into his pockets. “Technically, Shiloh has it.”
“Good,” Ezra responded without a
hint of emotion. “Its recovery was executed none too quickly. You should hold
on to it.”
“Will you come back to base with
us?” Cay had a feeling he already knew the answer.
“That would be unwise,” she stated
matter-of-factly. “Trouble brews in the resistance.”
“What else is new?”
“Trouble unlike that I have ever
seen, Blitz. Lives are being toyed with, like puppets on strings.” Caden was
never quite fond of his resistance tag. When Ezra used it, she seemed to triple
the seriousness of the conversation.
“But you want us to go back?” he asked, questioning her consistency.
Ezra nodded and answered, “There
is good yet, if you would look for it. All the same, I do not have to remind
you to use great caution. There are infiltrators.”
“More than one. Great.” Caden’s
dark brown eyes narrowed in thought. “How many and who?”
“That I do not know…” Ezra paused
before continuing, “but one of them accompanied you not seven days ago.”
“What?” Caden stopped in his
tracks and faced Ezra. He mentally went through the list of people who went
with him and Shiloh on the mission. If one of them were a traitor, wouldn’t he
have seen it?
Ezra clasped her hands together
and looked him over with pursed lips, as if she were debating whether or not he
would be able to handle the rest of what she had to say. Finally coming to a
conclusion, she spoke. “Your squad is dead and the betrayer waits for you and
your brother at the rendezvous point to kill you even now.”
“That can’t be.” Caden shook his
head, thick eyebrows knit together in disbelief. He thought back on the
mission. “I had a feeling they knew we were coming,” he thought to himself. “Sure,
we were jumped and we lost a few, but I made sure the rest got out alive. That
can only mean they were killed later. Who could have possibly…” Involuntarily
changing his vision, he stared long and hard at the woman. Red. With traces of
black. It wasn’t her.
Ezra’s shoulders sagged a little
as she watched his eyes resume normalcy. “I’ll try not to be too insulted.”
“I need to go.” Flung into action,
Caden started walking at a faster pace with Ezra not far behind.
“Blitz!” she called. “As unhappy
as I am to continually be the bearer of bad news, I have more.”
“It can wait.”
Ezra grabbed hold of his arm and
turned him to face her, gravity shimmering through her eyes. “It concerns your
brother.”
~*~
Eden and Jordan had found the
cafeteria and the plate of food Hope left out. After making sure Jordan was ok
on his own, Eden set out to find Shiloh’s room. Turning a corner, she was
nearly run over by Caden. “Dude, warn somebody before you run into them!”
“Sorry, I need to go,” he said and
kept going.
“Hey, wait! I need to talk to
you!” Eden ran to catch up with him. “I want to help.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, but
increased his pace.
“You’re looking for a cure for
these people, right? I want to help.”
Caden scoffed as he entered the
room Shiloh was in. Grace was gone, but his twin was still asleep. “Why so
interested all of a sudden?” Caden asked quietly as he looked through his bag
hanging on the chair. “I thought you didn’t care.”
“I didn’t,” Eden admitted. “But I
do now.”
Caden turned to her with a
quizzical look, though his eyes stayed dark. “What about home?”
“I still want to go home, but
until I find a way to GET there, I’m stuck here.” Eden watched Cay pull out
paper, a pen, and start writing. “I want to be useful in the meantime,” she
finished.
Thinking about his situation,
Caden gave in. “Listen, if you’re really interested in helping me out right
now, I need you to stay with Shiloh.”
“Stay with him? Where are you
going?” Eden tilted her head.
“That doesn’t matter right now.”
Caden finished his note and folded the paper several times.
“So you’re just leaving? Mister
hurt-my-twin-and-die is willing to just abandon him now in his condition?” Eden
placed a hand on her hip and glared. “What kind of brother are you?”
Standing up to his full height,
though still being shorter than Eden, Caden said in a voice louder than
intended, “I’m leaving him behind to protect him!” He closed his eyes and
sighed before speaking again. “I need to go take care of something and I don’t
want him to get hurt again, ok? I’ll be back soon, I promise. I just don’t have
time to talk about it right now.”
Caden took the note, now folded
into an origami crane, and placed it on the table beside Shiloh’s bed. Grabbing
his black windbreaker and bag, Caden left the room. Eden followed him even
until he was outside and getting into the driver’s side of Ezra’s blue minivan.
“What do I do if the Atari come
back? ”
Caden paused before closing the
door. “Hide.”
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