The Great Escape – Part Two

Finish It #5 Blogging Event by Author S B Mazing (The Great Escape can be found here)

He tried to be as still as possible, peaking through the leaves, wondering if they were still out there. He’d seen the guy head off down the trail across from where he knelt. The girl was still sitting by her knapsack, unwrapping another ration. He waited a few more minutes, then retreated back down the path, away from where the new arrivals had landed.

While he didn’t know who they were, he knew where they had come from. His job had been to watch for these people. Now it was a matter of what to do with them.

A mile down, following the twisting, turning trail, he considered what needed to be done, but memories of the last attempted retrieval left his team rather skittish. These kids who were dropped from the ‘heavens’ as it were, did not know where they were. They did not know how to find ‘the others,’ and every one of them seemed to be carrying The Weapon.

He arrived, finally, at base camp.

“Well?” Carson asked.

“There are two, a boy and a girl,” Rod replied. “They had the zat with them.”

“Why do they always arm them?” Danielle inquired.

“Freedom doesn’t know who they’re going to run into first.” Rod mused.

“Go on, then.” Carson brought the converation back to point.

“She’s still in place. Eating. He’s gone off to find food.”

“Hunting’s not good.”  Danielle exclaimed. “That’ll draw attention to them!”

The three sat around a fire, downwind from the landing site. Each ate quietly from plastic containers. Putting his food down, Carson stood. “I’ll go keep watch.” Pulling on a jacket, he picked up a flashlight from the supplies laid out in the back of a pick-up truck. “Radio back to the group, and let them know.”

Rod and Danielle nodded in tandem and watched their companion head up the trail.

Climbing into the truck’s cab, Rod picked up the CB handset. “Star Searcher,” he spoke into the small transmitter. “This is Road Runner, come in.”

The wait was short, and static broke the silence, before a voice came through. “This is Star Searcher. Whatcha got, Road Runner?”

“Two, in the bush. A male and a female. How do you want us to proceed?”

There was a brief silence and then a moment more of static. “Keep an eye out for the night to make sure there’s no more coming in. Then retrieve them.”

“Due force?” Rod asked.

“Only if needed.”

“They have The Weapon.”

Silence ensued, briefly. “Do you have the tranq?”


“Enough for both?”

“Yeah,” Rod answered. “We do.”

“Okay. What ever’s needed, do. Just get them down here.

Danielle was putting away the last of the food, and policing the area. She looked at Rod, questioningly.

“We’re bringing them in tomorrow.” Rod said.

  ~  ~  ~  ~

At the specific place the couple had come to rest after descent, Carson saw the ground littered with the odds and ends of the space suits. He felt more like a garbage picker, sometimes, than a handler. He wondered at what these kids had been taught, after their reconditioning. Gathering the pieces together, he stowed them in a large evidence bag, garnered from the local law enforcement.

Looking around for a few moments, he made sure no trace was left. The same trail which they two had followed out to the cliff’s edge, gave Carson a pefect view of their comings and goings.

So far, it seemed nothing had changed since. The female was still  seated, a half opened ration package in her hand, as she stared out over the panorama. She was still, in the same way those in meditation often sat. Carson didn’t think she’d be a problem at all. As for the male, he’d yet to find him. But find him, he would.

A sound broke through the peace and quiet of the late afternoon. It was distincly like the sound of a lightning strike. Seconds later, there was a whooping, like the way certain birds call out, yet the tenor of the sound was made with human vocal chords.

Like a bull crashing through the brush, Carson saw the male come barreling back onto the mountain top. “I got it!” he shouted, stopping in front of his companion, and dropping an indistinguishable furry mass to the ground.

The girl wrinkled up her nose. “Ewe. Get that away from me!” She pulled her pack closer to her body, and swivled away from the dead thing.

“It’s food!”

She pushed herself away from it. “No, asshole, it’s a smelly furry something that you killed. Who’s gonna skin it, and clean it, and cook it.”

He stood there looking at her.

“Uh uh, no way. I’m not touching that.” She turned her back on him and his catch of the day.

“Okay. I’ll take care of it.” He conceded and picked up the body, bringing it over to a flat rock. “I asked you to get a fire started.”

“Well, it’s not like I have anything to start it with, is there?” She gestured to the musket like piece, with a clapper opening at one end. “Why don’t you use that?”

“Well at least help me set up the fire pit.”

Carson slipped back down the trail, grabbing the sack of the tattered suits, and headed back to base camp. The fixing of the meal would keep them busy, and there was time to find out what orders came from Star Searcher.

As he entered camp, he held up the evidence bag. “The space suits, or what’s left of them.”

“Put them in the truck,” Rod said.

“So what did the group say?”

Danielle took the bag from Carson. “We collect tomorrow.”

“What are they up to, anyway?” Rod inquired.

“The hunt was a success, and dinner is being prepared,” Carson answered, heading over to stoke their little fire.

“Why don’t we just go get them now?” Danielle suggested.

Rod shook his head. “Best to do it while they’re sleeping. Easier to sedate.”

She nodded, agreeing. “So what’s the plan?”

“I’ll go back and keep an eye on them,” Carson suggested. “You two get some sleep. I’ll be back before dawn and we can pack up, and go fetch them.”

“Okay. We’ll ready the tranq guns.” Danielle put aside the two syringes. “and stow everything but the tent. First light we’re on the road.”

As he started back up the trail, he nodded. “It’s a plan.”

“Hey.” Rod called after him. “Be careful.”

  ~  ~  ~  ~

Across the canyon, hands adjusted the focus on a pair of binoculars. The sun, as it set, would not glint off the lenses, because it was behind the viewer.


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. authorsbmazing
    Mar 18, 2015 @ 03:58:17

    Oh! So cool! Can’t wait to

    Liked by 2 people


  2. authorsbmazing
    Mar 18, 2015 @ 03:59:23

    Reblogged this on Author S B Mazing and commented:
    Here is part two of a story which was written for the last ‘Finish It!’ intro. See, you can even continue writing on a story ;-)…

    Liked by 2 people


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