The Navigator 2: We the People Page 11

  "What about warships or defensive platforms?" Joe asked.

  "Why build them? We haven't found any aliens to defend against!" Hawklings replied.

  Joe stopped and looked at him. "Sir, with all respect, there are aliens. They have visited Earth and most likely still are. That isn't just my paranoia talking either. Look up the incidents; the first is called the Battle of Los Angeles that took place shortly after the start of World War II. The other incident is called The Phoenix Lights. I will admit a good portion of the rest of the reports sound pretty questionable at best, but those two incidents stood out for me."

  "You really believe in Aliens and UFOs, don't you?" Hawklings asked.

  "Yes Sir, I do. Look into those reports and try to sift through the bullshit and misinformation, and I think you'll begin to understand why I do," Joe replied. He turned and they started walking again. "I will grant you that the Internet is not the best source for information on the subject, but it's all I had."

  "I'll look them up, Colonel," Hawklings promised.

  "But, that's not the only thing we may need to defend against, Sir. The governments of the planet will eventually figure out what's going on up here, and they will come for us. Trust me here, it's a certainty," Joe said. "There is no way they can abide a large, off-world population that they do not control. Toss in the existence of advanced tech, and they will kill every one of us to ensure their domination."

  "You really don't like those folks, do you?" Hawklings asked.

  "Sir, the people are just that; people. As an entity, no, I do not like what the world's governments have become. I have an unprovable belief that there are only a few people that actually run the whole damn planet. That's who I fear will come after us." Joe replied. "Calling them 'Illuminati' would be a joke; there is nothing enlightened about them unless it's their own self-interest. It's the entire reason World War II actually ended."

  "Didn't we defeat the Axis powers and that's what ended the war?" Hawklings asked.

  "Yeah, that's what ended it, ask yourself this; what happened to the Nazi's just before that? They were actually winning the war as a whole, even though the allies would win some of the battles. What happened that stopped that huge war-machine from over-running all of Europe?" Joe asked.

  Hawklings shrugged. "As I understand it, they moved too fast and stretched out their supply lines. They literally ran out of gas in the middle of the battle field."

  "Histories are written by the victor's, Admiral. The truth is, they had the ability to resupply, they simply didn't have the supplies. Hitler's suppliers shut him down when he refused to follow their orders.

  "When he left office, President Eisenhower warned the American people that too much power had been given to the military industrial complex during the war. They knew exactly what had happened to Hitler's army, and Ike tried to warn the people. No one listened, no one took his warnings to heart. Now, if you look in the right places, you can see who really runs the United States, and it isn't the people," Joe replied. "A very good example of that corruption is what we are fighting right now. Do you honestly think anyone would volunteer to be turned into one of those… things?"

  "What do you mean? Those agents you fought, the cyborgs, they made their own decisions," Hawklings replied.

  Joe shook his head. "No, they didn't. They were fucking drones, just like that fighter craft, remotely controlled by a computer program. Eventually, we'll see every military in the world turned into those zombies."

  "Interesting choice of words, Colonel," Hawklings replied.

  Joe shrugged. "That's what they are. There is no trace of humanity left in them. In the original plan I saw for them half of the brain was replaced with a control computer. It also called for deceased soldiers that had volunteered for experimental use after death. That was twenty years ago, I'm sure they've been 'improved' since then."

  Hawklings shuddered. "One of these days, I'd like to hear more about this shit you discovered back then. I'm sure the Council would too. With programs out there like this, we may have more to worry about than just a few cyborgs."

  "Sir, I am a conspiracy nut. I'll freely admit that. But, there is usually some truth involved in any conspiracy, that's what tends to make them at least somewhat believable. I do know that some of the stuff out there is far worse than anyone could have dreamed up," Joe replied as the two men stopped before a door. Hawklings reached out and rang the admittance chime.

  "I did tell them you would like to speak to Juno about her vision. She said she would be happy to help in any way she can," Hawklings replied.

  Although the Doctor was talking to them, Laura felt a moment of fear when Joe left them. She'd saw him stop and look back before he left. He smiled before he and the Admiral left. He had changed a lot in the last two weeks. He seemed more… alive now. Back at the trailer park, she'd thought he'd been happy with their life. But seeing him as he was now, it was like night and day.

  She couldn't help but think about it during the rest of the doctor's explanation. After answering a few questions, the doctor left the women to discuss the issue and make the preparations for their treatment. Becka stayed with them.

  Laura looked at the younger looking girl. "Becka, I'd like to thank you for taking care of Joe and helping him the last couple of weeks. I'm a little shocked by him though; he's very different than what he was."

  Becka smiled at her. "I'll admit I didn't know him at all before we picked him up, but even then, I knew there was something special about him. I still can't tell you what that is, but I can tell you I love him. That being said, you have always been first in his heart. From the very beginning he made sure to let me know that no one would ever replace you in his heart. Honestly, I never wanted to. I will have to adjust to sharing him, but I've always known I'd have to.

  "It's a little hard to explain, but when we're together, our minds kinda link as well. I can feel what he feels. I know how he feels about you because he's shared that with me. I know that what he feels for you is a bond that no one else will ever be able to intrude on. He told me that long ago, when he first told you about his past, you saved his life by accepting him. When he got sick, you stayed by him and kept him going. Laura, never, even for one second, think that anyone will ever replace you in his heart."

  Laura got tears in her eyes listening to Becka. She just held out her arms to the woman and they hugged. "You read my mind didn't you?"

  Becka shook her head. "No, I don't have that ability, but even if I did, I would never do something like that without your permission. I am empathic, and I couldn't help but feel your fear and trepidation at this situation." She shrugged as the two women parted. "I'm going to have his baby, that's got to be difficult to accept under these circumstances."

  "As I understand it, there are going to be a lot of women that will be having his baby. But, does it have to be done the old fashioned way? Why can't artificial insemination be used?" Laura asked.

  "Mostly, it's left up to the women to choose the method. At least, that's the way it used to be. I think Admiral Hawklings felt really bad about asking us to do it in the first place, so he tried to make sure the women had choices. The male Navigators that had been located were mostly single, and those that weren't… well, getting recruited usually meant they were reported as dead on Earth, so they were no longer married. It did bother a few of them, but they eventually got over it. After all, none of us are all that ugly," Becka replied with a half grin.

  Laura glanced at Sharon who was smiling and listening to the two women. "I take it Joe never told you about my affinity for redheads?"

  "He did mention it, actually. He said that you'd probably like me, but I still worried about it. When Haviar told me about the baby, I got really worried, especially since I figured that the Council was going to allow you to be brought up here," Becka admitted.

  "Becka, if I may ask, are you a natural, uh, Navigator, like Joe is?" Sharon asked.

  "Not really, no. I trained my mind into i
t before I even knew of this place. Actually, I'm somewhat of a puzzle to Doc Symms and Cassie. They've been doing research into this evolution we're all going through. You see, I shouldn't be able to do anything but Navigation, and even then I tend to do poorly. Cassie has a theory that all humans have abilities, and it's really a matter of how strong it is. She believes that once I started Navigating, it served to strengthen my natural gift which is empathy," Becka explained.

  "How did you train your mind into it before you knew about it?" Sharon asked.

  Before she could answer, the nurse arrived to begin the women's treatments. She gave them ‘the nurse frown’ when she saw that both women were still fully clothed.

  "Come on ladies, we need to get going! The sooner we get started, the sooner you get out of here. Strip and in the beds!" The nurse ordered.

  Becka winked at the women and politely left the room.

  A few minutes later, after the nurse once again left the room, Becka knocked before going back in. "To answer your question, General, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer when I was a teenager." She went on to tell them the story of how she became a Navigator. Further questions got put on hold as Haviar returned and the two women went to sleep. Saying good-bye to the doctor and nurses, Becka headed back to the quarters she shared with Joe and the other two women. It was getting late anyway, and she was feeling tired.

  The first thing Joe noticed when he entered the apartment was that the family that lived there were Arabian. the women wore the traditional Habib which told him they were also Muslim.

  The second thing he noticed was that Juno was a preteen girl, ten to twelve years old. Her father invited them in, and he sat next to his daughter while his two wives brought chilled wine for the men to drink.

  "Thank you for the offer of wine, but may I have water or juice instead, please? I must keep a clear head for a time," Joe asked politely.

  The woman who brought the wine did not speak, but bowed her head in reply and returned to the kitchen to get the new drink. Joe spoke to the husband and father.

  "Before we begin, I would like to apologize for any insult or rudeness I may present. I'm afraid I'm a little rusty on the traditions of your people."

  Juno translated for her father. He smiled and nodded his head. When he replied, the girl again translated. "Colonel Anderson, your words are appreciated in the spirit in which they have been offered. Since we fled Syria, few have bothered to take our beliefs into account. The fact that you at least care enough to apologize does much to set my mind at ease in our new situation."

  Joe smiled in return and nodded to him. "Sir, with respect, may I have your permission to speak to your daughter of the events she has foretold. With this knowledge, perhaps we can avoid another atrocity."

  Again the girl translated, and the man replied. Juno nodded to her father and spoke. "Yes, we wish to help as much as possible. Allah's gift to my daughter has aged her beyond her years, and we have tried to give her some of the freedoms she would have as an adult. Such is not our custom, but Juno is not a normal girl. I will remain as chaperon while you speak with her, as that is our custom," her eyes twinkled and she no longer was translating her father's words. "He's just very protective of me. It is a dangerous world we live in Colonel. If we were still in Syria, I am sure he would be trying to sell me to you as a wife, even though you are not Muslim."

  Joe grinned and nodded back to her. "I would imagine so. Unfortunately, that part of my life is pretty confused at the moment. There is also the fact that I think I would be beaten for agreeing to such a young wife."

  Juno chuckled. "Muslim men are pervs; they really like to get us young so they can 'train' us. Father and I argue over that a lot."

  Joe nodded. "Juno, the vision you had, did you get any specifics on the girl? Her name or where she lives, anything we might be able to use?"

  Juno nodded. "Colonel, in a lot of ways, seeing the future is really weird. It's like a kaleidoscopic view, but each view is a different screen, showing a different reality; they're the possibilities for the event I'm seeing. So getting info on one specific part is hard. However, if there is something that they all share, it's easier.

  "Her name is Gail Waubinach, she's fifteen years old. She has a good family life, with an older brother and a younger sister. Her parents are proud of their kids. As with most of us, puberty awoke her gifts. She confided in her mother first, who took her to the family doctor. Luckily, he was paranoid enough to know what would happen if he reported her condition. He advised the family to try to keep the gift hidden.

  "She had a few narrow scrapes with spontaneous outbursts of talent, and the doctor gave her family a knock out shot for emergencies and advised them to start taking 'camping' trips so she could exercise the ability and learn more control.

  "In about eight hours, she and her father will be trapped in a confrontation between the police and a local gang. Her father will be fatally wounded in the event. She will heal him in front of the police officers just before she collapses the building on the gang members. The police will take them both into custody, and she will be retrieved from their holding cell by the dead men. She fights back, and forty-two police officers will be killed as well as her father in the battle. The news will report the destruction of the police station as a terrorist bombing." Juno said. "That is the main reality at the moment."

  "Whoa," Admiral Hawklings replied. "We gotta do something about that."

  "We will," Joe replied. "Juno, can you give me a visualization of the area the original shoot out will happen in?"

  "Yes Colonel," the girl replied.

  "Good, if you'll show me, I'll go stop this from happening," Joe said standing. Juno closed her eyes and sent him the image of the place in downtown Atlanta. She also showed him images of the girl and her father.

  "Thank you," Joe said and turned to leave.

  "Wait!" Juno called. She still had her eyes closed as if trying to remember something. Her brow was furrowed in concentration. "Be very subtle, Colonel. It's scrambled now, but your arrival could very well be the event that triggers the shoot out."

  "I understand, Juno. Thank you," Joe replied. He quickly shook her father's hand, as did the Admiral, and the two men left. Joe heard Juno begin explaining what was going on to her father.

  After a few hours’ rest in bed with Becka, Joe and Abby met their team in a cargo bay on the same level as the medical section. Admiral Hawklings had gotten hold of more info on the girl and her family, and he showed pictures to each member of the team. He would be taking six people: himself and Abby, Beast and Crow from Carlos' team, and two normal 'Marines'.

  They were all dressed in professional yet casual clothes, and carried pistols. On a table behind Joe were rifles and Beast's man-portable mini-gun. He had been carrying an old M60, but smiled when he saw the mini-gun. Beast never smiled; when Joe saw his reaction, he knew the two were destined to be together.

  He quickly told everyone what was happening, and how he wanted it to go. This was going to be a quiet in and out. Joe and Abby would talk to the girl and her father while the rest of the team made sure they were safe. If all went well, they would port to the family's home, get the rest of the family and port back to the station. The tricky part would be getting them clear of the area before the fireworks with the gang started.

  Abby grinned. "Relax, Bossman, I got that covered."

  "Uh huh," Joe replied. "What do you have up your sleeve little girl?"

  "Telepathic contact. I'll simply call out that if anyone can hear me to get clear of the area fast. She'll be curious enough to reply and want to know who I am. The rest should take care of itself," Abby replied.

  Joe thought about it and nodded agreement, "Yeah, it should work. Just be sure to warn her you are not alone; we don't want to scare her or her father."

  "Huh! You better leave Beast here then!" Crow said teasingly, causing the two Marines to chuckle.

  Beast just turned and looked down at the girl. "Be nice or I
'll sit on you."

  "Does anyone have any questions?" Joe asked.

  Surprisingly, Beast nodded. "Beast and Crow stay here geared up an' waitin'. Wit less peeps on th' groun' less folks will see. Shit go bad, Beast and Crow come make it better."

  One of the Marine's nodded agreement. "That makes sense Colonel, the less of us on location, the less chance of being discovered. It'd be good to have them ready to bail our asses out if this goes sideways."

  Joe nodded agreement. "Good call, Beast. You two grab your gear and be ready; I'll call you and open the portal if we need you."

  "You gon' be daddy now, don' git dead," the big man replied. "Off wit ya!"

  Behind his back, a grinning Crow winked at them.

  Joe slapped the big man on the shoulder and opened the portal. Abby's tactic worked pretty well, it still took some explaining on Joe's part, but in the end, they returned to Darkwater with five new recruits. Joe and Abby escorted them to Medical to begin their new lives. To Joe's surprise, Councilor Young and Mrs. Davis also met them there and welcomed the new people.

  Joe checked on Laura and Sharon, but as they were still under because of the treatment, he returned to his quarters to change back into his uniform. He just felt more comfortable in it now. When he came out of the bedroom, he joined Cassie and Becka who were talking over something at the kitchen table. Getting himself a soda, he joined them.

  "May I join you ladies?" He asked before sitting down.

  "Sure, we were just tossing around some ideas about the new community on BC IV. It's actually coming along pretty well," Becka replied.

  Joe snorted. "It's only been what, three days? How 'well' can it be going this soon?"

  Becka grinned. "As we speak, temporary housing is being delivered to the construction area for us to live in while the rest gets built. The Council has a team of architects working on the designs. Doc Symms is already out there doing a site survey to best use the new shielding and other amenities he's cooking up for us." She paused. "We're even getting our own small starport."