"Used…to…be?"
Lori Brewer said, "You’re going to destroy everything Trevor worked to build!"
"Where is Trevor Stone? He is not on a secret mission, Jon. Maybe he was, but he’s gone now. I have been patient so far but it is obvious that he is not coming back. I told you, there will be no new Emperor. The people loved him and followed him but he is gone."
"Are you so sure?" Brewer did not so much confront Evan as confront his own fear of Trevor's disappearance. His way, perhaps, of finally admitting that Trevor was gone for good.
"It is time for our society to make the transition to democracy. I’m sorry but I don’t trust you, Shepherd, and the likes of Gordon Knox to run this nation. Neither do the people."
Dante Jones implored the assembled, "Listen to him. I know you don’t like him. I know you’ve had disagreements. Trevor always put those aside to do what was right. Now you have to do that, Jon. Now you have to do what is right for the greater good."
Knox eyed Jones with a hawkish glare while Jon Brewer remained fixed on that red light.
Evan continued, "We're getting things organized here in D.C. We’ve written a charter for a new governing structure. Of course, each of you will play an important part in the transition. And each of you is welcome to run for office. But Jon, we’re not staying in Washington forever. This is about our entire country and all the people. You have a few days or so. Then we’ll be coming up there to see you. We’re going to march on the estate. It will be a peaceful protest. I expect you to show restraint but just incase, there will be several members of the military marching with us. Some officers, some rank and file, as well as Internal Security, representatives of the labor guild and many more. So you wait up there in your bunker and think things through. In a few days, I’ll be coming to see you."
– Trevor closed his eyes.
So this is how it ends? Maybe it won’t be so bad…
A sound. No, a voice. A Chaktaw voice from the crowd of surrounding Fromm. The human slave translated as if on instinct, "Wait."
Trevor saw movement among the assembled witnesses. A child squeezed to the front. She wore her hair in braids along the scalp and watched the world through hazel eyes that stood apart among the green eyes of her people.
"Wait. Father. Stop," the girl’s pleas translated.
Trevor recognized the expression on Fromm's face. He saw that unique combination of annoyance and concern blended with the unmistakable love of a father for his child. The Chaktaw leader stooped to speak with his daughter who pleaded with him in their native language. The translator did not share the discussion but Trevor did not need to understand the words to see that the daughter's urgings caused her father no small measure of confusion.
Trevor saw something more there, too. The girl's ranting not only puzzled her father, but the way Fromm's mouth hung open and how he squinted-as if searching his daughter's eyes-suggested he stood in awe of her the way Trevor often found himself in awe of Jorgie.
The human captives waited on their knees with gun barrels pressed to their heads. Finally the discussion came to an end with the girl doing what so many stubborn children do: she crossed her arms and showed her dad a stiff upper lip.
Fromm threw his arms in the air.
Her victory complete, the little girl stepped to Trevor and grinned.
"You are funny looking."
It took Trevor a moment to realize that the girl, not the translator, spoke the words. Her understanding of the human language not only surprised Trevor, but caused grumbles in the Chaktaw audience.
As a result, the slave switched roles and translated Trevor's conversation with Fromm's daughter into the Chaktaw language.
"Yes. Yes I am. What is your name?"
"My name is Alenna."
"That’s a very pretty name. My name is-"
"I know who you are," she said. "I know you don’t belong here. I have told my father he should listen to you. He does not want to. He wants to kill you."
"I don’t blame him."
"That’s how it has to be, you know," she said quite seriously. "But you do not belong here and I think you can help us. That’s why you risked meeting my father."
"I want to go home," he then nodded at Major Forest. "She wants to go home, too."
Alenna's expression narrowed. She did not like Nina. She did not like Nina at all. Trevor could see that. He feared what the little girl-or Fromm-might suggest and acted preemptively.
"She goes home, too."
"My father does not feel you should be telling him what to do. He may still kill you."
"I know. But what I offer is worth much more than my death, or hers. It may be the key to saving your people…to saving your Earth."
"You do look funny," she said again.
Fromm stepped forward and spoke in his native tongue. The human slave turned those unrecognizable syllables and sounds into Trevor’s language. "For my daughter, I will listen. She is exceptional and sees things others miss. For her, I will listen but I will not listen long."
Trevor quickly accepted the opening saying, "I have a son. He is much like your daughter. Very smart. Very special."
With hands held aloft, Trevor slowly rose to his feet.
"That’s not all we have in common," he told the Chaktaw leader. "On my Earth, I have a key around my neck, too. A key no one else can see."
Fromm absently stroked two fingers against his chest. Stone found he missed the feel of that key. It had disappeared since coming to this parallel universe.
"I know you were chased from your lake side estate early in the war, but some how you managed to survive."
Fromm sounded impatient as he spoke and then his translator relayed, "You know much but none of that is helpful to me. What is it you plan to do to help my people?
Trevor smiled at Alenna. She smiled back and nodded, as if granting permission to share a secret.
"What I plan to do? I plan to break the rules."
– The Chaktaw caravan stopped once in the middle of the night for a three hour rest period. During that time sentries disposed of a band of Mutants.
Trevor and Nina spent that time on open ground between tents with their hands tied and guarded by soldiers who seemed to relish an escape attempt. Ironically, the more time Trevor spent with the Chaktaw the more he recognized them as kin to his people on his Earth.
After the brief break, the Chaktaw went on the move again with an endurance that far outpaced Trevor or any man he had met. It did not take long for he and Major Forest to fall behind, at which point the Chaktaw's desire for a fast pace outweighed their desire to make the humans suffer the indignity of a forced march. Fromm moved them atop one of the pack lizards. The creature wobbled side to side and occasionally grunted a snort.
Eventually, dawn warmed the landscape of mountains and forests as the convoy followed both large and small roads weaving through the wilderness. Just before mid day, a trio of Stone Soldiers assaulted the earthlings who responded with portable rocket launchers that blasted the attackers into chalky pieces.
A couple of hours later, Trevor spotted a flying machine resembling a rocket with wings. At first he feared a bombing run, but when he spied Fromm looking to the sky and speaking into a communications device, he realized the Chaktaw possessed an air force.
Not long after, the caravan entered a deep, tight valley and began dispersing into smaller groups heading off in different directions. As they reached a plain between mountain cliffs, the Chaktaw motioned for them to dismount and wait while the caravan unloaded.
Trevor walked in a tight circle on the muddy grass to exercise away the soreness in his upper legs and his ass; the back of the pack lizard provided a rather bumpy ride. As he took in the sights, the rocky cliffs to either side grabbed his interest, like a fuzzy picture slowly coming in to focus.