The Road is full of muddy ruts from a recent downfall of acid rain. I hear six lungs breathing air around me, and I hear two more distant ones; they must be driving the jeep.
There is the sound of two pairs of boots outside the vehicle. That must mean that two ninjas are driving the jeep, two are marching beside it, and one is sitting in the back with me and my four comrades. The only reason for this must be that the most powerful warrior, the girl, is sitting with us. They believe that she can handle us all which is proof of her power and authority.
It also gave me a chance to get into her head, “So, your father is a murderous bastard with no honor; how does that make you feel?” I ask sarcastically.
“Do not believe that I would listen to such a person as you. You are a traitor.” She spits right back.
“Such arrogance! You will be a great dictator, just like daddy.” I hear the girl stand. She slaps me across the face. Now it’s time. She is at her most vulnerable.
“I saw that doubt in your eyes. You don’t know which side you are on.” I say quickly, trying, unsuccessfully, to right myself from her blow. It isn’t easy to balance or move with your arms behind your back and your ankles bound.
She hesitates, “Why do you fight?” She put’s emphasis on “do” like I hadn’t given her a proper answer before.
I finally manage to sit back up. She waits for answer and, when I don’t give her one, she pulls the bag off my head and repeats her question.
My dark forest green eyes meet her black ones, “When I was ten, my parents left me to care for my baby sister in city of craters. Every day as I raised her, we would listen to an old radio that the madness had ended and we could try to live normal lives. All we heard was name after name of people who had been killed that day. My sister is thirteen years old and all she remembers is death, destruction, and darkness. I fight for her future, so she can feel rain, drink clean water, and see the sun in a cloudless blue sky. I want her to have the normal, happy life that was ripped away from her; the life that was ripped away from all of us by your father.”
“Here, here, ginger!” I hear William shout. I know that under the bag he was grinning with tears rolling down his face.
“Here, here!” The four others cheer. I bite my lip.
I had an idea, but if it went wrong, it could jeopardize the entire mission. Then again, risks needed to be taken if we were ever to reach our goal of saving people’s lives, “The question is: are you with us?” I ask the girl.
I can see the wheels in her head turning. Her mouth opens and closes a couple of times. Then, “I do not want to real like my father. He controls people by fear, which is only what weak leaders’ use. I am with you.” She tells me firmly.
“Ok, new buddy, your first job is getting these damn bags off of our heads.” William says jerking his head, trying to throw the bag off.
I hear Jamie giggle, but Sui Ling does as she is told and pulls the canvas bags off of the others’ heads. William is quite a comical sight indeed. His shaggy blonde curls were a mess and some of them were tickling his nose and eyes.
He was vainly trying to blow them out of his face while wiggling his nose and twitching his eye. My little sister giggles louder with nothing to cover her mouth. Then, William catches sight of Sui Ling watching him and attempts to look more mature.
I sigh, “I suppose introductions are in order. That mop is William, he’s a fifteen year old American.” Will shoots me an annoyed look, but nods to Sui Ling anyway.
I gesture to my giggly sister, “This is Jamie, my little sister, she is thirteen now. Scottish.” Jamie immediately stops giggling and smiles to the Chinese girl.
“That charming boy next to her is Robin. He is from France. Thirteen years old.” Robin sticks out his chin proudly, “Bounjour.” He mutters.
“I am Ulna.” The Russian girl immediately cuts in, “I am a Russian. Fourteen years old.”
I look at the African to my right, “This is Don. He was born in Namibia and he refuses to tell us how old he is.” I nod, satisfied with our introductions.
William grins at me, his big blue eyes lighting up, “That’s ginger, or Miss England.”
Jamie rolls her eyes at his bad joke and gives me a proper intro, “That’s Lucy. She is our leader.” I give her a grateful look before my eyes return to the girl before me.
“I am Sui Ling. I am fifteen years old.” She turns to look at each person. I see her eyes linger on Will longer than the others. I don’t know why, but for some vague reason I feel a twinge of jealously when their eyes lock.
Without any farther words, Sui Ling retakes her seat between Robin and Will. I felt that now was not the time to tell her of our plans, and, anyway, I didn’t quite trust her yet.
We must have driven for several hours at least, changing speeds a couple times, before our jeep finally slowed down to a halt. The flaps to the back of the jeep opened and two of the ninjas, accompanied by ten armed guards, pulled us out one by one. We had made it inside the base gates, now slowly closing, without any trouble.
I can see Ulna’s eyes already scanning the high walls, looking for weaknesses and holes in defense. There was a guard post every hundred feet or so all the way around.
I frown. We would have to make adjustments to Ulna’s, Will’s, Robin’s, and Don’s duties in Plan Rebel. Ulna would have to sneak up the wall, take out the guards at the gate post and open the gate. Will would be in charge of making sure the way was clear for Robin, Don, and the prisoners to escape.
There are hands on my shoulders shoving me towards a large black building. As we walk, I see military jeeps, troops, samara, and cases of weaponry. I would need a blueprint of the building before I could determine where the armory, computer room, and reactor room were.
We are pushed through large, smooth, black, metal doors into a hallway lit by dim red bulbs stationed here and there on the walls. I memorize the route as we go so that I can escape the building easily. I know that others memorize the path also.
It takes an approximate fifteen minute walk to reach the large open cell that all prisoners are held in. Instead of doors, there is a large forcefield keeping the prisoners contained inside. I cast a glance at my sister who is chewing her lip and racking her brains on how she could disable it.
I make note of the shield control panel about ten yards from the cell, manned by one guard. There are two guards on either side of the entrance. The first guard presses a button on his panel and a human height hole appears in the field.
Quickly, one at a time, we are shoved into the cell. As soon as we are inside, the shield becomes whole once more, locking us in the cell.
There are about twenty other children in the cell, ages ranging from four to seventeen. I guess that Wang didn’t have the guts to immediately kill kids. He has to build up the courage and so he holds us until he is ready.
Sui Ling heads off with her comrades, glancing back at me once as if to say “I will be back”.
Now all we had to do was wait and play Wang’s game. I admit, the food, questions, and torture were bad for the first couple days, but by day four, Don had already extorted a Chinese guard to get some household chemicals.
Sui Ling brought us food every day. Jamie would request a bomb piece of her, then, the next day, our spy would bring it to her on the food tray.
How Jamie was going to get rid of the forcefield was beyond me. The man at the console never left his post. It was always the two side guards to come in, the other would close the forcefield as soon as they were past it either way.
We had so many unexpected problems to fix in two weeks and three days. Could we really pull of Plan Rebel?
To Be Continued…