Jeremy- United States Senate- Day 28
A thundering boom echoed through the facility in which Jeremy was being held. He and John understood their situation immediately. After only a few seconds, the sound of Faction soldiers’ boots filled the underground cellblock.
“It’s time to move, John,” yelled Jeremy. “Where do you choose to go?”
John revealed his expression. His face was twisted into a form that frightened even the passive Senator. Jeremy knew exactly what was happening inside his jailer. He could use it, as dangerous as it may be.
“Soldier, get me out of this cage!” he yelled.
John unlocked the cell door and took off Jeremy’s handcuffs.
“We might need some weapons friend,” he continued.
John looked him in the face. The contortion had disappeared, the bloodlust dissipated. He was back in control, for now.
“We need to get out of here,” John whispered.
The pair ran silently through the complex and into the garages. Most of the humvees were already in combat, so he was forced to select a truck instead. They quickly entered and started one of the unmodified pickups and sped out of the garage.
“You have better control than I gave you credit for,” said Jeremy.
“It takes a lot, but I can manage.”
Johns voice was shaking as much as his hands were. He was being more honest than Jeremy had ever seen before. The veteran was at the brink of losing control again, and the team at the end of the road was not going to help. Jeremy could only hope the character built in John through the Second Korean War wouldn't jump out at the wrong moment.
John slammed on the brakes the moment he saw the sheen of the helicopter in the distance. Jeremy could see his partner’s mind working as clearly as he could see the sun in the sky. They didn’t have many options. The area was a flat desert with no cover. Jeremy could pick ten places for a sniper to set up camp. The only place for them to go was into the enemy’s arms.
“Think you can hold yourself together for ten more minutes?” he asked.
“There’s nowhere to go but forward, is there?”
Jeremy shook his head.
They drove slowly up to the hovering barricade, making sure their hands were visible. Once they got close enough, Jeremy leapt from the truck.
“Keep yourself calm, and we might just get through this,” Jeremy said cheerfully.
The Senator walked toward the soldiers professionally. He adjusted his month-worn suit, looking straight toward his allies. John stepped out from the car, leaving his pistol behind. In less than a second, Jeremy was on his knees, bound by three brutish men. A fourth emerged from the helicopter holding a weapon Jeremy had never seen outside defense committee meetings.
“This is no way to treat an elected official, rifleman,” Jeremy yelled.
“Who the hell do you think you are, asshole?” the man with the rifle yelled.
John drew his side arm and began running toward the operatives. Two of the brutes drew their weapons and took aim.
“Stand down!” Jeremy screamed.
The pair were taken aback long enough for their pilot, Jasmine, to recognize a familiar face.
“Hold on!” she screamed. “That’s Senator Glass!”
“Stand down,” Jeremy ordered again.
John reached the scene, ready for a fight. Jeremy stood and wiped the dust off his clothes. He looked at the three who had forced him to the ground carefully before deciding that they were no longer a threat to him.
“I’m sorry, sir. We didn’t have any ID on you when you walked up,” said the rifleman.
“What’s your rank, soldier?” asked Jeremy
“Major, Mr. Glass.”
“Major, what could your mission possibly be that requires you to execute a lone man on foot without taking a look at his face?”
“Search and rescue, Senator.”
Jeremy was left speechless for several seconds.
“Who exactly are you attempting to rescue, Major?”
“Members of the US government held captive the facility to the East, sir.”
Jeremy had reached the point where he had no response to give. He simply stood and stared at the Major. John reached the group and stood in military posture before his sworn enemy.
“Sergeant, tell these men where we are going,” ordered Jeremy.
The senator knew that John had not decided what their destination would be, but now he would have to decide on the spot. He had two options, to protect his friend and search the Colorado mountains for Jeremy's answers, or betray his last friend in the Faction headquarters in San Francisco. Jeremy could tell the second John made his decision, and he knew that he had made the right one.
“Major, I’m escorting this man to San Francisco. We’re operating in deep cover in an attempt to reach the main servers of the Faction network.”
Jeremy was proud of his captor. They drove past the barricade without another word. They would reach the city, but Jeremy would never see the inside of another Faction prison. They had someplace else to visit first.
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