A notion occurred to Ken and the more he mulled it over, the better he liked it. He turned his attention back to the kid.
“You said John went to the community he had started. He doesn’t live there?” Ken asked.
“No,” the youth answered. “He and his friends found a place in Utica, on the river. Place called Starved Rock. His wife and his kid live there. “Rumor has it he managed to save his son from the Upheaval and kept him alive through everything else. His first wife died and his second is one he met when he had saved a bunch of people in a school or something.”
Ken smiled. Too perfect, he thought. Exactly the motivation to come home. He looked over at Tamikara and smiled. “Better and better. Two problems solved.”
Ted looked curious but kept his attention on the kid. He wasn’t sure what was going on in Ken’s mind, but he was sure he was not going to like it.
“How did you get here? Your car stopped working, I believe you friend said.”
The kid’s eyes flickered to his still unconscious friend tied to the tree. “We hit the river and managed to find a boat. We were working our way down river and had just loaded up on fuel and supplies when we ran into you.”
“Lucky me,” said Thorton, meaning every word. “By the way, we never got your name.”
“Dan. Dan Winters.”
“Well, Dan. You’ve been much more helpful than your friend, although I am curious as to why you seem to be choosing to sell out your so-called savior and friend.” The Major said.
“He’s not my friend, but I respect what he’s been able to do. Fact is, we were going to try and head back to see if we could rejoin the community,” Dan said, starting to regret what he had spilled so far.
“Well, we’ll see about that. You have given me a lot of useful information, especially on how to deal with your benefactor and I am grateful to hear of where he lives and all, but I do have a concern over your loyalties. I will need to talk to my-HEY!” Thorton yelled as the coffee table suddenly flew up into his and Ted’s faces.
Winters wasted no time. When he realized he had spoken too much to avoid the same fate as his friend, he came to the conclusion he had just condemned John and his family to these renegades. When the Major’s attention was low, he had flipped the table up and bolted out the door, slipping around the corner and running flat out for the woods. The soldiers holding his friend had no time to react as he ran past and dove into the trees.
Thorton and Tamikara ran from the building and quickly looked around. Ted spoke first to the soldiers.
“Find him! Eliminate him! Go!” he shouted. The men ran off, leaving the two who were guarding the prisoner.
Thorton addressed them. “Take him down to the river and up the road until you spot a zombie. Cut his tendons and leave him to get eaten. Go.”
The men nodded and cut down the groggy prisoner, dumping him into the back of the truck and driving off on their deadly mission.
Tamikara and Thorton listened to the sounds of pursuit as they watched the truck pull away. The major spoke first.
“We need to talk about how this harms us. Let’s get back to the lodge,” he said.
Tamikara nodded. “What about the men?”
Ken waved a hand dismissively. “They know to come back successful or not at all. That kid’s a dead man. Besides, they know where the lodge is and I don’t feel like waiting.”
The two climbed back aboard the truck and lumbered away, forgetting about Private Ransom, who was about to stumble on some very interesting information.
Back at the lodge, Ken talked to Ted privately.
“I want you to take ten men and head north. I want you to find this ‘Starved Rock’ and kill everyone there. From there, I want you to head to this community Dan was talking about. Take over and wait for me to get back from DC. From what I have heard, this sounds almost too good to be true.” Ken settled into a chair at a table in the main room. He kept his right hand in his lap, near his holster, unsure of what his captain might do in response.
Tamikara considered it and realized there was an opportunity for him to supplant Thorton once and for all. Let the fool go after the Constitution. If he gets it, he can be shot as soon as he shows his big head in Illinois.
Ted smiled. “Of course. Not a problem. I’ll select the men and we’ll be off in the morning.”
Thorton smiled back. He knew Ted would take men that might be more loyal to the captain than the major and that suited him just fine. He then turned serious. “Don’t fail in this, Ted. I need that John Talon out of the way, if he’s as serious as that idiot said.”
The captain shook his head. “How hard could it be?” he asked.
17
Dan Winters ran. He had to get to his boat and make a run for it at least across the river. He couldn’t go south now because they would be waiting for him on the river. But his conscience was starting to get real itchy and he began to feel like he needed to go north. Right now, he just wanted to get away.
“There he is! Get him!” Shots whipped past his head as he crashed down the long slope towards the water. The men above him were clearly unused to a hard chase and Dan was able to keep ahead of them. He had kept his weapon, but he knew if he stopped and fought, he would be outflanked and killed in a short amount of time. The greatest danger would be the few precious seconds he was going to need to get the boat untied and started, but if he could gain a few seconds, he might be able to make it.
As he reached the bottom of the slope pretty much on his ass, Dan stretched his long legs and ran like he had never run before. While taking shelter behind a tree, he looked for his pursuers and saw them just halfway down the slope, dim shapes through the leaves.
Praying for luck, he took out his handgun and fired as best he could with shaking hands. Four shots and then he was running again, not even looking to see if he had hit anything. The men on the hill shouted and ducked for cover, giving Dan a few seconds to get away. But when more shots weren’t forthcoming, the soldiers continued pursuit.
Winters ran for the water’s edge and then ran upriver to where his boat was moored. He slashed the rope with his knife, then threw the boat into the water, launching himself into the back end. Muttering a quick prayer, he yanked on the cord and the engine to life, then died.
Cursing, Dan primed the motor, prayed again, then tried again The motor coughed again and then died. Dan primed it again, all the while realizing he was drifting closer to his pursuers.
Yanking the cord again, Dan ducked down as a bullet careened off his gunwale and ricocheted into the sky. The engine coughed, sputtered, wheezed, then roared to life, surging forward and nearly tipping Winters overboard. He corrected himself and sent the boat running upriver as bullets whipped past and churned the water around him. He fired his own weapon over his shoulder at the assembled men on the shore, causing them once again to duck.
Just as he was about to round a bend to relative safety, Dan pitched forward as a sledgehammer slammed into his back. He managed to keep a hand on the tiller and steered himself away from the fight.
Back on the shore, the men saw Winters fall and figured him for dead. They reloaded their spent magazines and started the long walk down the river back to the lodge, congratulating themselves on a job well done.
Dan knew he was in a bad way, but he couldn’t go for help. He shoved a towel onto his injured back and strapped his backpack on as tight as he could, trying to stop the bleeding. The bullet hadn’t gone completely through, but was lodged in his back near his shoulder. His right arm was nearly useless, but he had to keep going. He had to get to Starved Rock and warn the families there they were in danger because of his stupidity.