Hello, my name is Jack.\u00a0 I\u2019ve always taken things day-to-day, minute-to-minute.\u00a0 No plan survives contact with an angry father, so why bother making one?\u00a0 I prefer to wait for someone else to commit to an action, and then do what I need to do about it.\u00a0 It\u2019s always done me well.\u00a0 Charles is way different.\u00a0 Even his backup plans have backup plans, and contingencies are his comfort zone.\u00a0 So if he\u2019s involved, there will be a plan.\u00a0 Or several. None of them have killed me yet.\u00a0 So I go with them.<\/p>\n
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A bonfire sent sparks into the clear starlit sky, casting a flickering light on three dozen and more souls.\u00a0 They danced on the beach, played music, or sat back and enjoyed watching the others have fun.\u00a0 Jack was one of the latter.\u00a0 Some even swam in the shallow water, though Jack had a feeling the water was supposed to be too cold for that.\u00a0 Of course, they were Minnesotans, so that wasn\u2019t too odd.\u00a0 Minnesotans were crazy after all, or so people from warmer climates kept telling him.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t odd at all that most of the partiers were dead.\u00a0 They\u2019d been gone for too long and he was just happy they were back.\u00a0 Parties needed friends after all.<\/p>\n
Taylor and Jennifer strummed their guitars on one side of the party, close enough to the bonfire that it kept them warm in the early morning chill.\u00a0 That was good.\u00a0 Jack hadn\u2019t realized how much he missed them until they walked back into his dreams.\u00a0 Of course they were still alive, so he could do something about that.\u00a0 He just had to decide what.\u00a0 He smiled and his eyes scanned out to see moonlight glinting off the waves of Rainy Lake again.<\/p>\n
It was all Paradise.<\/p>\n
\u201cJack!\u201d<\/p>\n
The single word ripped the beach apart, smashing the party into a kaleidoscope of colors and casting Jack into confusion.\u00a0 Then his mind caught up to his subconscious and eyes opened wide onto the waking world as Jack literally jumped from a drowsy slumber into full wakefulness.\u00a0 Twenty years in the military had trained him to move from sleep to action in the blink of an eye, and today he matched that training, even as his mind fought to stay in the dream.\u00a0 Arms automatically pushed against the small bed and flung himself over the other two forms on it to cartwheel through the air, sending the thin emergency blanket flying away.<\/p>\n
He planted his left leg on the floor but pain shot through it and he stumbled onto his right foot, barely keeping himself on his feet.\u00a0 He scanned the emergency shelter under his old home through teeth gritted against the pain, looking for the threat that had woken him.\u00a0 Racks of emergency food and other supplies were all that met his gaze. He turned his head to where Betty\u2019s holoform stood with a single raised eyebrow.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry,\u201d she whispered with a wince.\u00a0 \u201cNot life and death.\u201d<\/p>\n
He licked his lips and looked around, trying to wake a mind blurred by sleep and\u2026something he couldn\u2019t remember.\u00a0 There was one thing he was sure of though.\u00a0 \u201cIt was\u2026a dream,\u201d he whispered in regret, blinking the sleep away.\u00a0 It had been so nice.<\/p>\n
Betty smiled at him, relief on her face.\u00a0 \u201cThe party again?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jack nodded and stood up tall, feeling the pain in his left leg and stiffness in the same shoulder.\u00a0 He continued to scan the small room and sucked in a breath as he recognized the inside of his family\u2019s emergency bunker.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it good?\u201d Betty asked in her most understanding tone, making him want to answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d Jack whispered as he tried to remember why he was here of all places.\u00a0 \u201cMore people today.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Betty said in an approving tone.\u00a0 \u201cThe attendance was getting rather depressing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me about it.\u201d \u00a0Jack shook his head to clear the cobwebs and finally remembered the gunfight.\u00a0 He glanced down at the shoulder attached to his immobilized arm and saw the large scar where the bullet penetrated.\u00a0 It looked much better than before he slept, but he needed a lot more time before his body could heal all the damage.\u00a0 Which brought an important question to mind.\u00a0 \u201cWhy\u2019d you wake me?\u201d he asked as he studied the shelter.<\/p>\n
Betty nodded, a proud look coloring her face.\u00a0 She was probably just happy he was developing a clue or two.\u00a0 \u201cCharles picked up our emergency beacon.\u00a0 He\u2019s on the way now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jack blinked and frowned, eyes flicking to the clock above the entry.\u00a0 It was morning.\u00a0 It had been afternoon when they were attacked.\u00a0 Emergency crews should have arrived in minutes.\u00a0 But he\u2019d never considered calling them.\u00a0 Why was that?\u00a0 And why hadn\u2019t Betty?\u00a0 \u201cWhy\u2019s he the first one here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Betty set her jaw and crossed her arms, giving him a careful look.\u00a0 He was obviously too slow to keep up with something.\u00a0 \u201cBecause someone tried to kill you, and I didn\u2019t want them sending someone else to finish the job.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jack blinked and his former President\u2019s warning came back to mind.\u00a0 That put things in a new light.\u00a0 He groaned.\u00a0 \u201cFair enough.\u00a0 Good call,\u201d he added with a smile, then frowned as the time clicked in his mind again.\u00a0 \u201cWasn\u2019t he scheduled to arrive last night?\u201d<\/p>\n
Betty mirrored his frown and shook her head.\u00a0 \u201cHe was.\u00a0 That\u2019s why I called him.\u00a0 But\u2026\u201d she trailed off into a shrug.<\/p>\n
\u201cRight,\u201d Jack whispered and tried to pull his scattered mind back on track.<\/p>\n
She shook herself.\u00a0 \u201cBut he\u2019s here now,\u201d she said in a more confident tone.\u00a0 \u201cAnd he\u2019ll be here<\/em> in two minutes,\u201d she finished with a look towards the bed.<\/p>\n He followed her gaze to where Taylor and Jennifer tried to blink themselves out of a deep sleep, looking around in confusion after his hurricane of motion.\u00a0 They obviously hadn\u2019t learned to be morning people in the last twenty years.\u00a0 He studied them for a moment, noting their scrounged and rumpled clothing.\u00a0 Then he looked down at himself and sighed.\u00a0 White boxers, beautiful little red hearts on them, and not another stitch.\u00a0 That was going to look so<\/em> professional when Charles showed up.<\/p>\n He looked for his Dress Whites and found them scattered over the floor, covered in blood and mud, torn and cut apart.\u00a0 Right.\u00a0 The gunshots.\u00a0 They\u2019d needed to get at the wounds to clean them.\u00a0 The wounds.\u00a0 Plural.\u00a0 He frowned and looked down to see another scar on his left leg, right about where it hurt, and sighed again.\u00a0 And then he felt<\/em> the wounds and went down on one knee.\u00a0 The left one of course, which forced a groan of pain through clenched teeth.<\/p>\n The girls reacted to his groan, reaching his side in seconds, and even through the pain he couldn\u2019t suppress the admiration he felt for them.\u00a0 \u201cCome on,\u201d Taylor ordered and wrapped an arm around his torso, careful not to jar his left shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cWork with us,\u201d Jennifer added and secured his other side, avoiding the sling that held his arm.<\/p>\n \u201cYes Ma\u2019ams,\u201d he whispered through clenched teeth and allowed them to help him back onto his feet and over to the bed to sit down.\u00a0 He sucked a long breath in, let it out, and willed the pain away.\u00a0 It went.\u00a0 Most of it.\u00a0 He smiled through the remains of it and motioned towards their rumpled clothing with his good arm.\u00a0 \u201cYou might want to change.\u00a0 We wouldn\u2019t want Charles to get the wrong idea,\u201d he said with a wry look.<\/p>\n Jennifer snorted.\u00a0 \u201cAnd here I thought you\u2019d love<\/em> for him to get that idea.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack smirked back.\u00a0 \u201cWell, I<\/em> wouldn\u2019t mind.\u00a0 What about you?\u201d<\/p>\n The two girls leaned back for a moment in surprise, studied him to see if he actually meant it, and smiled.\u00a0 \u201cWell, you\u2019re commander\u2019s coming,\u201d Taylor finally said, avoiding his question.<\/p>\n \u201cWe should get you presentable,\u201d Jennifer added.<\/p>\n Jack smiled back, then looked back to the remains of the uniform on the floor.\u00a0 \u201cYeah, I think that\u2019s not going to work well.\u201d<\/p>\n The girls frowned at the uniform before turning to look at the closet where his family had stored the clothing they\u2019d worn since arriving.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd before you look, I don\u2019t have anything there I can put on over this<\/em>,\u201d he said with a wave towards the immobilizing sling.<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s landing now,\u201d Betty noted from the side and aimed a finger at a blanket on one of the shelves.\u00a0 \u201cUse that,\u201d she ordered.<\/p>\n Jennifer jumped to grab it, shook it out, and a very Mexican States pattern unfurled.\u00a0 That was when Jack noticed the hole in the middle and remembered when he and his parents had acquired three of them on a trip to Monterrey.\u00a0 Jennifer smiled in recognition and walked over to slip the one hundred percent natural wool, hand-woven by a real person, poncho over his head.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks,\u201d Jack said and waved towards the closet.\u00a0 \u201cThis\u2019ll do.\u00a0 Now you might want to take care of yourself.\u00a0 I\u2019ll keep.\u201d<\/p>\n Betty shifted and turned to the door, grabbing his attention.\u00a0 \u201cHe\u2019s asking for the door,\u201d she announced, her voice clear and strong.<\/p>\n Jack pursed his lips and suppressed a growl.\u00a0 The morning was just moving too fast for him.\u00a0 \u201cTell him to wait.\u201d<\/p>\n Jennifer arched an eyebrow at him and shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cOpen the door,\u201d Taylor said with an amused smile, but still took a moment to straighten her sundress.<\/p>\n Betty smiled and the door at the top of the stairs began to slide open, letting bright morning light down them and into the survival bunker.\u00a0 White cowboy boots hammered down the stairs, accompanied by the full Dress Whites of the commander of the Cowboys, and Jack felt like coming to attention.\u00a0 Of course he hurt far too much to want to do that.\u00a0 He needed another dose of painkillers.<\/p>\n Charles skidded to a stop at the sight of Taylor and Jennifer.\u00a0 Confusion colored his face as Dorothy walked down the steps behind him in a far more sedate pace.\u00a0 She waved a hand towards the torn, muddy, and bloody Dress Whites on the floor and Charles looked at them, then up to Jack, looking for once like he was at a total loss.\u00a0 Well, there was a first time for everything.\u00a0 He shook himself and raised a hand to tip his cowboy hat towards the girls.\u00a0 \u201cMa\u2019ams.\u201d<\/p>\n Taylor and Jennifer shared an amused glance before turning back to him.\u00a0 \u201cMajor,\u201d they chorused back, the tones just as amused.<\/p>\n Charles cleared his throat and looked back at Jack.\u00a0 \u201cI appear to be uninformed about something.\u00a0 What happened<\/em> here?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSomeone tried to kill us.\u201d\u00a0 Jack waved at the pink scar on his leg and pulled the poncho back to show the much worse one on his shoulder.\u00a0 \u201cThey got close, but we weren\u2019t playing horseshoes.\u201d<\/p>\n Charles frowned at Jack\u2019s explanation, eyes flicking around the shelter.\u00a0 \u201cHow are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack winced.\u00a0 \u201cWell, everything\u2019s healing.\u00a0 But I\u2019m getting a mite hungry,\u201d he finished with a wink.\u00a0 It took a lot of energy for his body to repair the kind of damage those two bullets had done to him, and he was actually feeling the peckishness of needing to eat, and eat soon<\/em>.\u00a0 His stomach growled and he realized that he was way past peckish.\u00a0 He was starving<\/em>.<\/p>\n Charles frowned.\u00a0 \u201cI see.\u201d\u00a0 He looked around the bunker.\u00a0 \u201cDo you know what happened out there?\u201d he asked with a wave of a hand towards the stairs.<\/p>\n Jack started to shrug, then winced as his left shoulder screamed in pain.\u00a0 \u201cThey\u2019re dead,\u201d he said after waiting for the pain to fade again.<\/p>\n \u201cI meant further out,\u201d Charles noted with raised eyebrows.<\/p>\n Jack shook his head and looked to Taylor and Jennifer.\u00a0 \u201cNot really.\u00a0 I\u2019ve been asleep.\u00a0 All night.\u201d<\/p>\n Charles nodded slowly in understanding.\u00a0 The Ageless could heal far faster than normal humans, but bullets punching holes in them still tended to slow them down for at least a few hours.\u00a0 And Jack\u2019s shattered shoulder was far worse than a mere bullet hole.<\/p>\n \u201cRight,\u201d Charles finally returned, getting a rough handle on the situation.\u00a0 \u201cI am sorry.\u00a0 I did not understand,\u201d he said with a glance towards Dorothy.<\/p>\n \u201cI did not either,\u201d Dorothy said with a pointed look at Betty.<\/p>\n Betty shrugged.\u00a0 \u201cI was keeping my transmissions to a minimum.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t know who else might be able to listen in,\u201d she said with a wave towards Jack.<\/p>\n \u201cThat was good thinking,\u201d Charles said with a respectful nod.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you,\u201d Betty responded with a smile.\u00a0 \u201cNow maybe you<\/em> can tell him to take it easy on the gymnastics until he\u2019s had time to heal.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack glowered at her.\u00a0 \u201cI<\/em> wouldn\u2019t be flying out of bed like that if you<\/em> weren\u2019t using the \u2018the devil is coming\u2019 tone of voice,\u201d he growled with a raised eyebrow.<\/p>\n Charles cleared his throat, crossed his arms, and aimed another look at Betty.<\/p>\n She snorted.\u00a0 \u201cHe was asleep<\/em>.\u00a0 Ignoring<\/em> me,\u201d she explained with a shrug.\u00a0 \u201cHe wakes up to that tone of voice.\u00a0 And to be fair, the devil usually is<\/em> coming when I use it.\u00a0 Or at least the Shang<\/em>,\u201d she finished with an elegant sniff.<\/p>\n Charles brought a hand up to cover his mouth and cleared his throat, sounding suspiciously like he was keeping himself from laughing.\u00a0 Then he turned to raise an eyebrow at Dorothy and she leaned her holoform against the wall, an unapologetic smile on her face.\u00a0 Finally he turned to Jack and pulled his hand away to reveal the smile.\u00a0 \u201cI feel your pain.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack snorted and pointed at his shoulder.\u00a0 \u201cI doubt that.\u201d<\/p>\n Charles nodded and raised a finger, acknowledging the point.\u00a0 \u201cMetaphysically.\u201d\u00a0 Then he shook his head and frowned.\u00a0 \u201cUnfortunately, her tone might have been apropos,\u201d he finished in a serious tone.<\/p>\n Jack licked his lips as he studied the man and realized just how<\/em> serious Charles was.\u00a0 Jack frowned as a thought finally came to mind.\u00a0 \u201cWhy\u2019re you really<\/em> here?\u201d<\/p>\n Charles gave him a slim smile of approval.\u00a0 Very<\/em> slim.\u00a0 \u201cBecause we received your distress signal when we arrived in system.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack frowned at the words that answered the letter of the question, but not the spirit behind it.\u00a0 And Charles was smart enough to know he was doing that.\u00a0 So it was on purpose.\u00a0 The question was why.\u00a0 Another question came to mind and Jack asked without hesitation.\u00a0 \u201cShouldn\u2019t you have been here last night?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d Charles said in a much darker tone.\u00a0 \u201cI had an appointment, but we were\u2026delayed<\/em>,\u201d he finished after a short pause as he shared another look with Dorothy.\u00a0 There was far more to the delay than that single word suggested.\u00a0 \u201cAnd now\u2026\u201d\u00a0 He shrugged.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d Jack asked, needing to know whatever it was that was making Charles so reticent.<\/p>\n \u201cYou met the President yesterday,\u201d Charles said.\u00a0 It was not a question, and his tone ordered a response.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Sir,\u201d Jack answered with a nod.<\/p>\n Charles\u2019 lips quirked at the automatic answer.\u00a0 \u201cWhat did she tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack frowned again.\u00a0 \u201cWell, I don\u2019t know.\u00a0 A bunch of crazy stuff really,\u201d Jack finally said.\u00a0 He glanced at his shoulder.\u00a0 \u201cAt least I thought it was.\u00a0 Now I\u2019m not so sure.\u201d\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t that he didn\u2019t trust the President.\u00a0 He did.\u00a0 He\u2019d give his life for her, even now that she wasn\u2019t the President anymore.\u00a0 And she had this way of making you want<\/em> to believe her, a true magnetic personality.\u00a0 Her military would have followed her into Hell<\/em> if she asked it.\u00a0 She had<\/em> actually.\u00a0 Liberty or Death.\u00a0 Never Surrender.\u00a0 Those had been her calls.<\/p>\n But now that he was away from her again, he just couldn\u2019t get by the fact that her words sounded like a Conspiracy.\u00a0 With a big C.\u00a0 Of course, someone had<\/em> tried to kill them, which leant the words some credibility.\u00a0 Maybe even with the big C.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat kind<\/em> of crazy stuff?\u201d Charles asked in that same tone of order.<\/p>\n Jack sighed and shook his head again.\u00a0 \u201cShe said something about your family being involved in some kind of conspiracy to keep us\u2026I don\u2019t know\u2026down<\/em>.\u00a0 Something about them not trusting us and thinking we\u2019ll take over if we keep going the way we are.\u201d<\/p>\n Charles frowned and brought a hand up to scratch his stubbled chin.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2026see,\u201d he said slowly.\u00a0 \u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack snorted, then winced as pain lanced through his shoulder.\u00a0 \u201cShe told me to watch out.\u00a0 With The War over, she said they don\u2019t need us anymore.\u201d\u00a0 He waved his good hand at the shoulder and gave Charles a wry look.\u00a0 \u201cAnd then this<\/em> happened.\u00a0 I\u2019d really like to think it\u2019s a coincidence.\u201d<\/p>\n The side of Charles\u2019 mouth raised in a half smile.\u00a0 \u201cBut you\u2019re not as dumb as you act, right?\u201d<\/p>\n Jack glowered back.\u00a0 \u201cHey now.\u201d<\/p>\n Charles shrugged and gave him a half-apologetic wave of the hand.<\/p>\n Jack frowned and he replayed Charles\u2019 entry and his earlier question.\u00a0 \u201cWhat is<\/em> happening out there?\u201d<\/p>\n Charles sighed and looked over to Dorothy.\u00a0 The cyber nodded and Charles pulled in a long breath as he returned his look to Jack.\u00a0 \u201cThey lost contact with her limo over Lake Superior yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d Jack growled in shock.<\/p>\n Charles nodded to affirm that he was serious.\u00a0 \u201cRescue crews have found no bodies, no wreckage, no nothing, but Lake Superior is a big place to search.\u00a0 All we know is that she went down.\u00a0 No witnesses.\u201d\u00a0 Charles shook his head, his lips curled in a bitter expression.\u00a0 \u201cThat is why I needed to know what she told you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d Jack asked in confusion, not even certain what he meant by the question.\u00a0 There were so many questions after all.<\/p>\n Charles snorted and answered one<\/em> of the possible questions his single word suggested. \u00a0\u201cBecause we had an appointment to meet last night.\u00a0 But I was\u2026delayed<\/em>.\u201d\u00a0 He glanced at Dorothy and their grim exchange confirmed that there was far more to that story than the single word suggested.<\/p>\n Jack pulled in a long breath and steeled himself.\u00a0 \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n Charles aimed a dark look at him.\u00a0 \u201cNot<\/em> an accident.\u201d\u00a0 He turned to look at Dorothy and she nodded in agreement.\u00a0 \u201cOr<\/em> a coincidence,\u201d Jack\u2019s commanding officer of twenty years finished in a harsh tone.<\/p>\n Jack swallowed and licked dry lips.\u00a0 \u201cWhat in Hell\u2019s<\/em> going on, Chief?\u201d he asked in a tone he knew betrayed more nerves than he really wanted to.\u00a0 But control wasn\u2019t his strength at the moment.<\/p>\n Charles let out a long breath and shared another long look with Dorothy.\u00a0 His partner nodded and Charles turned back to Jack with a smile that showed no humor at all.\u00a0 \u201cYou said it yourself.\u00a0 They don\u2019t need us anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack shook his head, finding it hard to believe, but returned Charles\u2019 gaze.\u00a0 \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n Charles turned back to Dorothy and they shared another silent exchange of looks that she finished with a shrug.\u00a0 Charles sighed.\u00a0 \u201cThat remains to be seen.\u201d\u00a0 He looked at Taylor and Jennifer for a long moment before turning his gaze back to Jack.\u00a0 \u201cI intend to find out.\u00a0 But first things first.\u00a0 We will clean up the mess you left up there.\u00a0 And then you will walk back into the world as if nothing ever happened.\u00a0 Let them wonder why they have received no update from their agents.\u201d<\/p>\n Jack swallowed, not entirely happy with the idea of making himself a target again.\u00a0 \u201cThat seems like a real good way of asking them to try again,\u201d he said in a doubtful tone.<\/p>\n Charles smiled, his stance suddenly confident again, and Jack felt that confidence radiating out to him.\u00a0 \u201cDon\u2019t worry about that.\u00a0 I have a plan that should make that a limited possibility.\u00a0 A plan you will enjoy I think.\u201d\u00a0 He turned speculative eyes on Taylor and Jennifer and nodded.\u00a0 \u201cWould you like to teach this Neanderthal how to dress with style?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey!\u201d Jack growled.\u00a0 \u201cI know how to dress good.\u201d<\/p>\n Charles rolled his eyes.\u00a0 \u201cYes.\u00a0 Flannels and jeans like a good little Paul Bunyan,\u201d he said in a voice that somehow combined dismissiveness and joking in a way that took any insult out of it.<\/p>\n \u201cI have never<\/em> dressed up like Paul Bunyan,\u201d Jack growled, waving the index finger of his good hand at Charles in a menacing way.<\/p>\n \u201cFunny,\u201d Taylor whispered from the side.\u00a0 \u201cI remember this time in Bemidji\u2026\u201d she trailed off with a wink.<\/p>\n Jack cleared his throat and looked away from her.\u00a0 \u201cWithout first losing a bet,\u201d he added in a tone that said he really wanted to talk about something else.<\/p>\n Charles covered his mouth again, but 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