Friday, July 17, 2009

The Court Chronicles (A Blog Novella) - Part III, Chapter 18

Garret squints through the dust until the figure begins to take a familiar shape—it’s Jay. Never had the sight of his trusted friend looked so good. Jay approaches cautiously. When he realizes that the jeep he had just witnessed flipping over had Veronica and Garret in it he rushes over and kneels next to Veronica.

“Oh my God! Is she breathing?”

“Yeah. Shit! Jay, what do I do?”

Jay Looks around them and his stomach twists with dread. They are in the middle of no where and Veronica clearly needs medical attention.

“Let’s move her to those trees so that her body doesn’t over heat under the sun.”
Garret obeys mindlessly. The adrenaline that shot through his blood is fading, and his body begins to ache. Under the trees Jay asks if there is any water in the Jeep. Garret shrugs his shoulders.

“You need to pull it together, boss. We need to figure out what our next move is going to be.”

“All we have been doing is reacting and figuring out. We need to plan,” sighs Garret. “For whatever reason Vasquez has stopped chasing us. I don’t think he grew a heart. Even is Veronica is his daughter, he is still a cold hearted son of a bitch. He’ll be back and he’ll be ready to kill us.” Garret looks down at Veronica. Suddenly renewed with a sense of responsibility to Veronica and Jay, Garret stands up and runs to the jeep to survey what resources they have available to them. He looks through the wreckage and finds a flare gun, to jugs of water, the berretta he had found earlier, and a CB radio.

The radio cracks. –beep- Boss, for clarification, we are turning back to head quarters? Over.

-Beep- Yes announces Vasquez’s deep voice. That is an order. It is done. Over.
-Beep- Sir, suggestion to make a sweep of the area. Over.
A long pause makes the silence torturous for Garret. If they come back he’ll have to move Veronica away from the jeep.
-Beep- That will not be necessary. Please let others know that it is a direct order. I’d like for arrangements to be made by the time I return to move on to Juarez. I’d like to leave immediately. That is all. Over.

Garret can’t believe what he is hearing but he’ll accept it. Just then Jay calls out to Garret.
“Hey Garret! She is bleeding from her ear!”

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