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1.14.2012

Chapter 3-4: Castling - The Prophet of Luck


Jeremy- United States Senate- Day 25

            John made a habit of sitting beside Jeremy's cell, albeit silently. The Senator knew John would not have any interest in conversation unless he was instigating conversation himself. Jeremy decided it would be more favorable to keep this jailer happy. A complacent guard made escape possible. A friendly guard made escape probable. Richard, on the other hand, would be a much more interesting man to interact with. He would just have to avoid discussing the Faction while the greater evil was nearby.
            “Who is Charles?” John finally asked.
            “I was wondering when you would ask that,” Jeremy responded, still watching the wall of his cell. “Do you want to hear the long story or the short one?”
            John gave no answer.
            “I’ll tell you when the time comes. For now, just sit tight and wait for the moment God comes to pull me out of this cell.”
            John finally looked Jeremy’s way. The Senator had never said anything relating to religion before, not even when he was toying with the men in the offices.
            “It’s what my name means. Jeremy: he who will be saved by God. The angels are coming for me, John. When they get here, it’ll be your place to finish the job.”
            “When I do that, you’ll tell me everything?” John asked, his eyes as unwavering as his voice.
            “That is entirely dependant on what you do after you pull me out. There are two destinations for me after I leave this cell. If you are truly loyal to your people, the people of this great country, you will take me to the heart of the revolution: the city of San Francisco. If you care only for yourself, I will tell you everything once we reach Pike National Forest.”
            “When do I decide?”
            “That is not something under my control. Besides, I don’t think we should discuss this while your friend is around.”
            John turned to see Richard walking toward them. He was in full combat gear, with an extra bag for John.
            “We’re relocating the prison to Santa Rosa, New Mexico. I’ll be driving you and the prisoner there in one hour,” yelled Richard from the other end of the lot.
            Richard dropped the bag and walked toward the stairs to the unconverted portion of the garage. John looked back to Jeremy, believing the prophecy had come true already.
            “Come on, John,” the Senator whispered. "Does he look like an angel to you?"


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