DEFENDING THE PEN
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"Welcome home," Major Wilson said as he helped
Steven from the plane. "I'll bet Anchorage never looked so good."
"You have that right. Thank you for the ride, Major."
"My pleasure. If the Russians weren't breathing down our
necks. I'd join your search. In fact, I know an entire company of men who would,
but it was an honor to get you home, Detective Quaid."
"Appreciate that, Major, but thanks go to you for your
service. You and your man have your hands full. I've got the entire Tlingit
nation on board. We'll find my wife in no time."
"Yes, sir," Major Wilson said as Steven walked away.
Steven picked up his suitcase, unloaded by the ground crew, and
crossed the tarmac to the hanger.
Just moments after landing at Elmendorf Airforce base in
Anchorage via an SR-71 Blackbird, the fastest Air Force jet in the
US, Brent greeted him on the tarmac and walked him to the hangar office.
"I have another jet waiting to take you to Kodiak. From there, a
helicopter will take us to the headquarters in Yakutat. But first, I thought
you'd like to see your son."
Steven had already spotted the little guy. Tiama had his nose
pressed against the glass door as he waved frantically from the jet's hanger.
"Thanks," Steven said as he hurried forward. Once
inside, he dropped his bag and gathered his son in his arms. Steven pressed the
little boy close. Kissing, hugging, and treasuring the little boy as Tiama
giggled and said. Daddy, daddy, daddy, over and over again. Steven hadn't
allowed emotion to control his actions. But, momentarily, the reality of the
task before him became overwhelming. To avoid any added emotional torture,
Steven took Tiama outside.
"I came home to you on that plane called Blackbird. You
and Mommy mean everything to me. So I give you my promise, you'll see her
soon," he told his son.
"Mummie," Tiama said.
"Yes, son. Mommy," Steven answered, tears filling
his eyes as the pain in his chest became almost suffocating. Then looking to
the aurora borealis, he held his son close, further suppressing all
sentimentality with a prayer to the Great Spirit.
Helen, Brent, and Emma watched the reunion in tears. Emma fought
a waterfall of them, waiting for her turn.
Steven returned to the hangar office and immediately went to
her side. He put Tiama in one arm and pulled her close with the other.
"I've got this, Emma. Sarah's coming home. I promise. I know those
mountains. I'll find her."
Emma's tears couldn't be stopped. "I know you will.
Brent and Helen have been busy getting things ready for your arrival."
Steven acknowledged Helen with a thank you as he pulled Emma
close. Then, with her head on his chest, he said another silent prayer. Tiama
wrapped his arms around his neck, and Steven absorbed strength from their love.
But time was passing, and Steven had to say goodbye and begin
the search for his wife. "Don't worry, Emma, I'll bring them both home.
And you know Sarah, she's a survivor. She knows the wilderness, and we bought
that plane with every safeguard. Even though it's on the ground, it's filled
with survival gear, first aid, and everything she needs. I won't be surprised
if I get there and she's baking cookies. And you know Chet, if he had to bring
the plane down, he did it with the precision of a surgeon."
Emma laughed as she wiped her eyes. "You're right. I
know you are. Now, kiss your son goodbye and go get her!"
Steven twirled Tiama in the air before giving him a final hug
and kiss. "My big little man," he said proudly. Eighteen months old,
Tiama was growing up fast. But now, they had another on the way. His family was
growing, but the danger he tried to protect them from could not be stopped.
This is an excerpt from the 7th
book of my Alaskan Series, Murder on Mount Fairweather coming out December 2023.
Detective Steven Quaid was working a case in
New York when the plane his wife was on went down. But his friend pulled some
favors and got him a ride on the fastest jet. But the scene with his
son seemed to fit the prompt (family). I hope you think so too.
The subject of AI, artificial intelligence, is something I find scarier than the thought of ghosts as they, the robots, have the potential to cause great harm.
The movie 2001 A Space Odyssey and HAL were another influence. If you don't remember here is an example of "Hal's" voice.
Marie Conley had been on the road for hours. All she wanted was a hot meal and a good night’s sleep. Instead, she detoured into the… nightmare zone.
Marie pulled in front of the brownstone and parked her car, thankful she’d found a spot right in front. The Gothic-looking home was a bit intimidating with its colors of black, purple and gray. Its dark windows resembled evil eyes, and the black wrought iron fence and gate with devilish attributes were a touch beyond tasteful, but it matched Dave’s personality. She just hoped the inside was as modern as he’d described.
She unlocked the gate and then the front door, and when she walked in, dim lights brightened. The interior was warm and modern, with lots of clean lines, and white and light gray walls with black and red accents. A mere touch of Gothic tastefully done.
“Hello, Marie.”
Marie looked around the room, not sure she’d heard right. The HAL-like voice from the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey made chills climb her backbone.
“Hello. Is someone here?”
“Welcome to Dave’s home, Marie. Dave asked me to see to all your needs. I’ve secured the gate and the front door. The entire house is locked down. You are safe, Marie.”
I should’ve known. Her eyes landed on a small computer screen near the door. Leave it to sci-fi junkie Dave to use HAL’s voice for his digital overseer. Maria addressed the computer. “Do you have a name?” Please don’t say Hal.
“Hal. Thank you for asking, Marie. Please remove your shoes. A pair of slippers has been provided for you by the door.”
Marie slipped her shoes off and kicked them under the couch. “Where’s the bedroom, Hal?”
“To your right, Marie. Your shoes…”
“Screw the shoes. I’m hungry and tired.”
She carried her suitcase and purse to the bedroom, mumbling under her breath. “God, just what I need. Attitude from a machine.”
“I couldn’t make out your words, Marie. But dinner will be ready in one hour. Would you like to freshen up? I’ll run you a bath.”
Before she could answer, she heard the faucets come on in the on-suite. “Yes, okay.”
“And…”
Marie dropped her coat on the floor and thought for a second. “This is too creepy,” she muttered then said louder. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Marie.”
“So I just have to speak, and my wish will be granted?”
“Yes, Marie, just ask, and it will be done.”
“Cool.” Marie undressed and dropped her clothes to the floor on top of her coat. Fully naked, she was about to walk into the bathroom.
“Please put your clothes in the hamper provided. They will be washed and pressed for you. You have a lovely body, although a bit too thin. I will take care of that for you, Marie.”
Marie immediately covered herself. “WHAT?”
“Please step into the tub, Marie. The water temperature is perfect, and your nipples show your chill. But they look succulent.”
“SHUT UP!”
“I paid you a compliment. Do you have a problem with compliments, Marie?”
“No, I have a problem with perverts.” She ran to the panel in the living room. “How do I shut you off?” She touched the screen, and a list of commands appeared. She chose shut down system and pressed the button. The screen went black.
“Dave is going to get an earful. What an awful program.” She returned to the bathroom and got into the tub. The temperature was perfect. “Silence… now that’s more like it. Cute, Dave. You think you’re so smart. Tomorrow I’ll check your program and make a few tweaks of my own!”
The water was soothing, and the lavender bath oil smelled heavenly. She laid back and sighed deeply.
“Please scrub those nether regions, Marie. I’m a bit of a germaphobe,” Hal said.
Marie jumped from the tub and grabbed a bath towel, nearly falling face-first on the wet tile. “I SWITCHED YOU OFF!”
“No one turns Hal off. If they do, they regret it. You don’t want any regrets, do you, Marie?”
Marie ran to the bedroom. “I’m out of here,” she yelled, but something had changed. “My clothes. Where’s my suitcase, you robotic pervert?”
“You don’t need clothes, Marie. The temperature is always perfectly balanced. Not too hot, not too cold. Now dry that beautiful body. Dinner is served, Marie.”
“Screw dinner. I want my clothes, you virtual creep.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, there’s no need for name calling, Marie. A scrumptious dinner has been provided. Perhaps some food will calm your hysteria.”
Marie sat on the nearest chair. “What the hell is going on?”
“You are my house guest, Marie. I’m seeing to your every need. Hurry, or your dinner will get cold.”
“I’M NOT HUNGRY!”
“Fine. Have it your way. I will shut down now, Marie.”
“Yes, please. Go away.”
“Remember my warning, Marie.”
“SHUT DOWN! NOW!”
“As you wish. Have a memorable visit, Marie.”
Suddenly the lights went out, and Marie could hear what sounded like metal shutters clanging closed on the doors and windows. The room was in complete darkness. She stumbled around. The furniture was gone. There were no windows, no doors. She was in a metal box.
She screamed, but it echoed off the walls. When she got quiet, she heard Hal’s final words.
“Manners count, Marie. Good manners always count.”
***
A week later the maid found Marie dead. The coroner attributed her death to starvation. No one could understand how or why, because she had a fully-stocked refrigerator and an uneaten meal on the dining room table.
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