Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Juggernaught: Chapter 18 - Abduction

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Juggernaught: A Moast Unusual Bible Study

Michael sat on the brand new couches in their living quarters in the California mansion, twirling a hand-turned pen between his fingers in a subconscious gesture to try to help him think.

"Okay.  Out with it.  What's the problem?"  demanded Melinda.

It took a split second longer than usual for him to realize that he was being spoken to.

"Huh?  Oh.  Am I that obvious?" he asked.

"I know you well enough to know when something is bothering you.  Do you really think I don't notice when you're awake all night?  We do share the same bed, after all."

He gave a wan smile and said,  "Sorry if I kept you up."

"Oh, don't worry about that."  she waved the concern away. 

She decided to hazard a guess as to the problem.  It didn't take a lot of guess work.  "So, to sum it all up: this person, (whoever it is) is secretly building a great big war machine."

He slowly nodded his agreement.

"Well, I don't really see much point in brooding over who it is or what they're planning if we don't have a way of stopping them.  I mean, there are only the two of us left now."

The statement was a loaded one and hung in the air a long time.

Micheal caved.  "Maybe we should recall Kurt's team in case something breaks."

"I think so.  It might be a little much for them to handle, but better to have them all ready to go if we decide we need them."

"What about Wendell's team, then?  More people could help make up for less experience."

Melinda made a slight face.  She'd never put much stock in their backup team.

"I don't think so.  They have a long way to go.  Best to keep them out of harm's way."

"Yeah, we wouldn't want them getting into trouble."  Michael admitted.

We're in trouble,  was the first thought Wendell's mind told him as he awoke.

He groaned.

His eyes fluttered open.

As awareness began t creep back in, he noticed that the floor seemed to be moving. 

He said so aloud.

"We're in a truck."  said a familiar voice.

His stiff neck scanned for the source.  Misty sat on a hard bench that ran the length of the bed.  Behind her rippled a dome of green canvas.  She waved as best she could with bound hands.

"Are you okay?"  she asked.

"Peachy."  he said. "You and Jack?"

"Don't worry.  You got the worst of it."  she said.

Jack disagreed from somewhere in the shadows.  "En busted my nose."

"I told you.  It's not broken."

He huffed.

"Okay, so who are these guys, what do they want, and where are they taking us?"

Jack replied, "We don't know, we don't know, and, oh let me see... we don't know."

"Don't mind him.  He's just cranky cuz of his busted nose."


Misty winked at Wendell and smiled.

They didn't know where they were or where they were going, but at least they were together.   And that, he suddenly realized, was the most important lesson they'd ever been taught.

The preceding has been a chapter from Juggernaught: A Moast Unusual Bible Study
(Copyright 2016, Edmund Lloyd Fletcher.)

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