looked down at the broken
glass under her boots before walking out and down the stairs to the violin
sounds of the distant train whistle.
***
The light dissipated and they were
standing under the same pine tree only in the daylight. Loriei waited to catch
her breath as she held the canister up to her eyes. The display indicated one
sample within. It was the same louse she had pulled from Danforth on their last
trip to the past, but now it had the spliced gene that would spread through the
population and destroy the rise of the super lice.
She felt the stir against her
scalp as if her flock knew what she was trying to do.
“We should have gotten more than
one sample,” Salvo said.
Loriei looked at the taller man
with the camera mounted on his forehead. She had many things she wanted to say
in response, but knew they would all be recorded. She just said, “It will be
enough. Let’s go. We need to plant this ahead of the gravity wave.”
As they walked along the fence,
Corsin asked, “Why are we cutting it this close?”
“The destruction from the wave
passing through the Earth will cover our escape,” she said. “And that is when
lice began to spread. We need our modified gene introduced into the gene pool
when it won’t end up treated.”
“Treated?” Corsin asked.
Loriei nodded. “Ancient lice could
be killed using a chemical bath available for purchase.”
“I can’t imagine.” Corsin shook
his head. Loriei saw movement under his cap from Corsin’s flock.
She realized the dog wasn’t
barking. She looked over the gate and saw the stake and collar, but no dog.
Loriei scanned the lot and saw the trailer tied down with heavy chains. The
truck was chained down by a crisscross of chains as well. Danforth had gotten
the news and was prepared for the coming wave.
Loriei whispered. “Be ready. I
think the dog is inside with him.”
Corsin brought out the syringe
with the sedative-paralytic inside.
The gate creaked as she pushed it
open. They approached the stairs, but heard no television this time. The door
was covered with taped down cardboard where the glass hand been.
Loriei moved to her knees on the
wood platform and took hold of the handle. It was warm from the sunlight. She
couldn’t see through the cardboard. “Be ready.”
Corsin moved up beside her.
Loriei tried to turn the door
handle, but it was locked. She then activated the high temperature device and
pointed to the handle. The knob started glowing silently.
The hot handle fell inside the
trailer and Loriei opened the door quickly, hitting the wall violently.
Danforth shouted. “Oh, hell no!”
He was chained down to bolts
embedded in the floor. He began fumbling with the locks around his waist.
Corsin charged in and toward
Danforth.
The dog barked from another room
deeper in the trailer and Loriei heard his body slamming against something. She
hoped it was a door.
Danforth broke loose from the
chains and pulled open a lockbox on the floor. As Corsin held out the syringe. Danforth
with one hand grabbed his cheap cell phone and started taking pictures of the
invaders. With his other hand, he drew out his gun and fired twice into the
center of Corsin’s chest dropping him to the floor. The syringe rolled out of
his hand up against the base of the kitchen counter.
Danforth growled. “I’ve been sober
since the day you creeps left. I never miss a target when I’m sober.”
White light surrounded Corsin’s
body and Danforth covered his eyes with his forearm. Loriei bolted for the syringe.
The light dropped leaving a black scorch across the floor.
Danforth brought the gun up. Salvo
grabbed Loriei around the waist and rolled with her behind the recliner. The
gun went off punching a hole through the floor where she had been. Another tore
through the leather above them blasting out matted stuffing.
“Why did you do that?” she asked.
Salvo said, “Because you will save
us all.”
The dog barked and whimpered from
deeper