50,000 Word Challenge: Part 5

M4 Sherman Tank - V2 by DuneChaser

This is the fifth and final installment of my 50,000 words in 30 days challenge. It’s a completely unedited first draft written with the primary goal of getting out as many words as possible in a short time, so don’t expect too much from it. More parts will come each week as the challenge progresses. You can read the previous chapter here.

Chapter 5: Detour

Eli knew of nothing but running. The world around him ceased to exist, falling away into a waking dream. The only thing he was still aware of was the entrancing beat of his own footfalls. And the bobbing of the people around him keeping time with the slap of his feet in the mud.

After a time, who knows how long, the downpour relented and trickled away to nothing. The dark thunderheads bled away from the night sky and the world shone for them under the still mostly full moon. There was a freshness about it, glistening under the moon with the sheen of a fresh rain. Eli was dead to it though. He knew the ache of his knees. He knew the distant heaving of his haggard breath. He knew running.

They were still running when dawn broke over the horizon. As the first warm fingers of light met the group Maj. Hawkins held up a hand and signaled they could stop to rest. It was as if that gesture had dispelled some enchantment over Eli’s legs. Now unensorcelled they collapsed from under him like a marionette with severed strings.

A small thicket surrounded the place Maj. Hawkins had chosen to stop, and they began to set up camp there once the breath had returned to them. Normally it wouldn’t have been hard work, but after the ordeal of the previous night it was near Herculean. Once they were finally settled Maj. Hawkins gathered everyone around to determine their bearings.

They had covered more ground the first night than they had originally intended. Those monsters had hunted them relentlessly through the night, never quite catching up but always calling behind them, taunting promises of a violent, bloody end. It had driven them on and even when the hooting finally ceased sometime in the night they refused to stop moving. They had run twenty five miles that night, covering the distance twice as fast as intended.

“The good news,” Maj. Hawkins announced as he studied their maps, “is that means we have some time to rest before we continue.

“What’s the bad news?” Cpt. O’Donnell asked.

“The bad news is that we veered off course a little. We should be here.” He planted his finger on the map. “Instead, we’re here. Five miles away.” He slid his finger a few inches over to indicate a different spot. “We’re about five miles or so away from where we should be. In addition, now there’s a town between us and the target.”

“So how much farther to go?” Sgt. Lewis asked.

“About ten miles in a straight line. We can’t go in a straight line though, unless we wanted to march right through the center of that town. We’ll have to go around to be safe, which means another five miles or so.”

“We can cover that,” Agent Walker stated simply. “When do we break camp?”

Even Maj. Hawkins looked up at her as if she were a little crazy.

“Tomorrow. We’ve covered more distance than we expected. I will not take my men into battle without proper rest.”

“Tomorrow!?” Agent Walker exclaimed. “We should be moving out now. The longer we wait the stronger their army becomes and-”

“-and it will be much worse if we fail our mission entirely because we weren’t prepared,” Maj. Hawkins finished. “Rest is a weapon too, Agent Walker. Don’t forget that.”

She looked like she was going to continue to protest but the major’s tone had made it bluntly clear that there was no room for discussion in the matter. With a soft humph she spun, the flames of her ponytail reflecting the light of the dawn sun, and marched back to her tent on the edge of their camp.

The rest of the day was devoted to recovering from their harried scramble the previous night. Maj. Hawkins assigned watches in shifts, each rotating so that they would all have enough time to sleep before moving out the next night. Eli was chosen to be one of the first to sleep. Part of him felt it was an acknowledgment that he was the weakest member of the group, but he wasn’t offended by it. He was too exhausted to be offended by anything, and he appreciated the rest.

Dark dreams visited him in his tent. Dreams of teeth, claws and blood. No matter how far he ran they always caught up to him. No matter where he hid they always knew where he was. There was nothing he could do to escape. The last thing he saw was a row of bloody daggers at his throat.

He bolted upright with a start at a touch on his shoulder. Agent Walker crouched in the tent next to him. She had jabbed him on the shoulder to wake him.

“Relax,” she said as he struggled to regain composure, “It’s our turn to keep watch.”

“Our turn?”

“Hawkins decided we would keep watch together.”

Eli scowled a little. He had hoped there might be an opportunity for him to get away again. There would have been at least a slim chance for it when he was posted on guard. Now it would be impossible.

“What, doesn’t he think I’m capable of keeping watch on my own?” Eli asked bitterly.

“I guess not.”

She got up and pushed her way out of his tent. Eli rubbed his eyes in a futile attempt to wipe the sleep from them and then followed her.

Outside the day had progressed to late afternoon and the setting sun hung low in a darkling sky. Their watch would likely be the last of the night before they broke camp. Silently Eli and Agent Walker walked to their place in the center of camp and sat facing out from the center. Agent Walker positioned herself a few feet away so that her back was facing Eli’s and they were looking out over opposite directions.

They sat that way in silence for a while, like stone gargoyles keeping watch on the campsite. Agent Walker was the first to break the quiet.

“I know what you were doing last night after we landed,” she said.

Eli was glad they were back to back and she couldn’t see the shock that flashed across his face. “What I was doing? What do you mean?”

“The reason you were in the woods.”

“I got confused after the landing, dragged around by the wind.” Eli had rehearsed his excuse while they were setting up camp. “I got lost in there, and then those things started chasing me…”

“You were running away.”

“I wasn’t going to stand and fight all three of them.”

“Not from the dinosaurs.” She said coldly. “You were running away from us. You were deserting.”

The chirp of crickets replaced the void their words left as they fell silent again.

“So what are you going to do?” Eli finally asked.

“Nothing,” Agent Walker replied. “What good would it do now? Besides, I’m pretty sure Hawkins already knows.”

“What?”

“Oh I’m not certain he knows, but I suspect it. Are you really so dense? He didn’t assign us both to watch duty because he thought you were too incompetent of a soldier to yell if you saw something. He was worried you would run off and leave the camp unprotected. I’m your babysitter.”

For a second Eli was a little stung by the realization that Maj. Hawkins didn’t trust him. He quickly realized though that he had actually planned on running away when it was his turn for guard duty.

The stillness crept back in as Eli considered what she had said. He had blown it. If they knew, there would be no way they would leave him unsupervised for even a minute. He found his thoughts drifting back home. Eli wondered if he would ever get to see it again. He turned around to face Agent Walker.

“How do you do it?” he asked, his voice uncontrollably cracking.

She looked back over her shoulder and met his gaze. A single thin eyebrow arched upward in response.

“How do you do it?” he repeated. “How do you put yourself into this so willingly? This is insane. Five of us are supposed to sneak through Germany and destroy some secret laboratory?” Eli’s voice began to get louder as his self-control slipped. “And dinosaurs… Dinosaurs! I nearly got torn to shreds last night by a pack of Deinonychus. Who knows what else is out there. I just want to be home…”

Agent Walker waited for a few minutes until she was sure he had finished.

“I want to go home too,” she said quietly, “but I can’t.”

“Ugh, why? Because you have some duty? Because you have to defend our country? You would lose your honor if you didn’t fight?”

“Because I no longer have a home Eli,” she said firmly.

He fell silent. The firm tone of her voice had shocked him almost as much as her calling him by his first name.

“I grew up in Poland. When I was a little girl, my parents sent me off with my uncle to the United States for schooling. I stayed there, living with my uncle while I attended college. We started getting news of what was happening in Germany, the Gleiwitz incident, the threats that were being made. My uncle left at the end of August in ‘39 to get my parents out.”

She paused to collect her thoughts. Eli could tell that this was difficult for her. She had turned back away from him, her red ponytail falling in a curtain between them. Even with her back turned to him he could feel that familiar prick of rage that had always surrounded her. She drew in a slow breath then continued.

“I didn’t hear anything from him for a week, then two weeks. Word came that Germany had invaded my country. I listened intently to the radio every night for news. Finally, a single letter came. My entire town had been destroyed. They had put up some resistance to the Germans and they decided to make an example of them. Every man, woman and child there was killed and the whole area was burned to ashes.”

A spark of anger began creeping into her voice as she continued.

“I was devastated. I didn’t know what to do, everyone I had ever loved had been taken from me just like that. Eventually, I decided I wanted to fight. The U.S. hadn’t joined the war yet, so I cleaned out all of my uncle’s savings. I bought a gun and tickets for a boat to France.”

She chuckled softly. “Looking back on it, I’m not really sure what I even intended to do. I made it all the way to Paris when a man found me. He said he represented an agency in the United States. He offered me training, resources, said the time would come when I would be able to get my revenge. I’m still not sure how he knew, but it was too good of an offer to pass up. He got me out of France just as Germany was invading Belgium.”

The fire in her eyes startled Eli as she turned to face him. “You want to know how I can do this? You want to know how I can put my life on the line? It’s not for honor, or duty. It’s for revenge. It’s because I have spent every waking minute of the last five years thinking of nothing but what they did to my family. To my home.”

She shuddered a little as she realized that she had let herself get carried away a little. Sighing loudly she leaned back to look at the evening sky. The first pinpricks of starlight were fighting to be seen in the growing darkness.

“I’m not even sure why I told you all that,” she said curtly. “You can finish the watch alone. Don’t run off.”

With that she stood and walked off to her tent. It was hard to imagine how a person could possibly slam a tent closed behind them. She managed.

Eli sat alone in the center of camp watching the last few rays of sunlight dim and fade on the horizon. He reflected on what Agent Walker had said. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but feel a little ashamed. He was ashamed because of what he had said, how he had lost control, and because deep down he could sense she had opened up and told him a very personal thing.

The starry curtain of night was draped fully over the sky before the rest of the camp began to stir. Eli caught the almost imperceptible flash of displeasure in Maj. Hawkins’s eyes when he found Eli alone in the center of camp, but said nothing. He gathered the group together for a quick meal before they broke camp. Few words were exchanged while they ate, but Eli noticed that several times during the meal Agent Walker’s eyes darted away from his, before wandering back when he wasn’t looking.

Tearing down and repacking the camp took half the time it had taken to assemble it now that everyone was fed and well rested. When they were ready, Maj. Hawkins led them back out into the woods, this time in the proper direction. They would skirt around the northern edge of the town that lay between them and the laboratory, making use of the thick woods to keep them from being discovered.

They marched at a good clip through the countryside. It was nowhere near the mad dash from the previous night, but it was no leisurely stroll either. They were off course and nearly behind schedule. If they didn’t make the evacuation point at the scheduled time then they would be walking back to France.

Maj. Hawkins took the point position. How he could tell where they were going in the dead of night in a thick German forest was beyond Eli, though he knew better than to question it. Behind him was Cpt. O’Donnell followed by Sgt. Lewis. He was directly behind them and could hear bits of muffled conversation pass between the two, but couldn’t catch anything of substance. A snippet of a joke or the tail end of a laugh, never more.

Behind Eli, Agent Walker brought up the rear. He felt like he should say something. Even if it was only an apology for how he had behaved last night. Something stopped him though. The words jammed in his through as he tried to force them out, and eventually he just gave up. They marched on that way for several hours, until abruptly the line stopped. Eli practically ran into the back of Sgt. Lewis before he noticed.

“Hey, why’d we stop?”

“Shhhh,” Sgt. Lewis chided sharply. He took his index finger from his lips and tapped his right ear. “Listen,” he whispered.

Eli listened attentively. A short distance ahead of them he realized he could hear a mixture of sounds. There was the familiar rumbling of engines, some quieter than others. Blended in was another rumbling sound, it had a shuffling quality to it, as if men were beating on giant drums as they dragged them down the street. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it scared Eli. He had learned over the past few days that new sounds were usually bad omens for him.

Maj. Hawkins signaled to move forward slowly and silently. The team crept forward, taking care not to place their weight on an errant stick or bend a branch too far when slipping by. Painstakingly they crawled forward until they found the source of the noise.

A road cut through the forest, leading into the town they were skirting around. In the full moon they could clearly see what was rumbling down it. A long column of soldiers marched down the road into the town. The softer rumbling had been the sound of trucks and cars that accompanied them, carrying supplies and more soldiers. The deeper engine noises proved to be tanks, rumbling by interspersed among the troops. Eli gasped as he saw what the strange drumming noise was and Sgt. Lewis’s hand clamped firmly over his mouth.

Marching behind the main column of troops were three tyrannosaurs. They were smaller than the ones Eli had seen on the beach. He guessed that they weren’t fully grown yet, but that didn’t make them any less terrifying. They were being led by collars chained to trucks. Though they had no reins, each had a man in a saddle on their backs. Behind the tyrannosaurs lumbered what looked like walking tanks. Moonlight glinted off of the bony plates that covered their low heads and ran along their backs ending in a bulging club at the end of their tails. Bolted into the bony shell of each ones back was a machine gun mount, the gunners standing behind a mental plate welded to the gun.

Behind the anklyosaurs marched a line of other horrors. Triceratops horridus, Allosaurus fragilis, Stegosaurus armatus, Dimetrodon grandis… Trucks drove by with caged packs of deinonychus, velociraptors and troodons. Men rode on saddled pachycephalosaurs, metal plates had been fused on to each of their heads. Many of the lumbering beasts wore what looked like armor, and banners were draped over their sides. The grim parade passed within twenty feet of their hiding place, tucked into the shadows of the woods by the side of the road.

Sgt. Lewis never removed his hand from Eli’s mouth as they passed and Eli was grateful for it. He knew if he hadn’t been held back he probably would have screamed. He didn’t know if would have been from terror or from wonder, but he would have screamed and it would have killed them.

After a torturous amount of time the column finally passed away down the street. Maj. Hawkins gave the rumbling of engines and tread of massive feet fade into the distance before he cleared them to dash across the open road. They didn’t stop to discuss what they had seen there, but pressed on in silence. Even Sgt. Lewis and Cpt. O’Donnell stopped their quiet joking, either awed or shaken by what they had witnessed.

Eli followed them blindly, his feet moved of their own accord. His eyes stayed locked on the back of Sgt. Lewis but they stared through him paying only enough attention to step where he stepped and avoid the lash of whipping branches as he passed. Eli’s real focus was turned inward, struggling to process the prehistoric menagerie marching toward the town.

He couldn’t believe how many different dinosaurs they had created. The tyrannosaurs and pteranodons had been terrifying enough, seeing that had such an extensive variety of horrors made him feel absolutely hopeless. How can they possibly hope to beat that? he wondered. The task ahead of them had seemed impossible enough already, now it just seemed hopeless.

The break of dawn signaled that they had traveled far enough. Beneath its rosy light Maj. Hawkins directed them to set up camp again in a small sheltered clearing. No one spoke as camp was constructed, and the work went quickly. Once the major had seen that everything was satisfactory he called everyone together.

“Our intel told us there were no major troop movements in the area,” he said, casting a long look at Agent Walker. “What was that?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I know as much as you do. The area was supposed to be all but empty, only a few patrols. It seemed they wanted to keep the area around the facility looking low-key.”

“A force that big is anything but low-key,” Cpt. O’Donnell muttered.

“He’s right. Either they’re shifting troops around a lot faster than we thought, or we’re operating on very bad intel here. I don’t like the implications of either. We need to know as much as we can about their forces.” He looked up at Eli. “Care to fill us in, private?”

Eli was startled that Maj. Hawkins had singled him out.

“Me, sir? I don’t know anything about their military.”

“Not their military, private. The dinosaurs. They told me you’re a paleontologist. Tell us about the dinosaurs.”

Eli began pouring out everything he knew about the ones they had seen. Presumed diets, their physical structures, everything he could possibly think of. Maj. Hawkins raised a single hand, cutting Eli’s lecture short.

“What about their behaviors? How they hunt. How they act.”

“I… I don’t know. All we’ve got to go on are bones. We can make educated guesses based on where we find them, their morphology, other evidence, but there aren’t exactly live ones we can study.” Eli caught himself. “At least, there weren’t before.”

Maj. Hawkins sat thoughtfully before speaking. “Alright. I’m not comfortable flying blindly like this. We don’t know what kind of enemies are in the area, we don’t know how many men are stationed in that town and I’m beginning to wonder if any other information has been incorrect. We need to know just what they’ve been gathering here. Private Watts, you and Agent Walker are going to scout the edges of town. Find out what we’re up against here.”

Agent Walker just nodded, but Eli’s jaw hung open.

“What?” he stuttered, “Why me?”

“Agent Walker is an expert on German military forces, she can tell me exactly what kind of armor and manpower they’ve been massing. You are an expert on dinosaurs, you can tell me exactly what kind of monsters are waiting for us.”

Eli understood he had no choice in the matter.

“We’ll set out as soon as you’re ready,” Agent Walker said. “It will be easier while more of the town is still sleeping. Bring your knife, your sidearm and your binoculars. Nothing else.”

She spun and strode off to her tent to gather her equipment. Sighing, Eli did the same. He had to remove more equipment than he had to pack. He hated to leave his Thompson behind. It seemed crazy to go out there armed with only a Colt and his knife. There would be no way to hide the boxy submachine gun though, and he knew she would never let him leave camp carrying it. Somehow it had grown on him, even though he hadn’t used it since the firing range. The weight on his shoulders was reassuring.

Stripped of most of his equipment, he rejoined Agent Walker at the center of the camp. She had also removed most of her own equipment. The Ithaca shotgun and compact grease gun that had hung from her slender shoulders were missing. There were no longer any grenades filling the loops on the front of her dark uniform. She still had both of her sidearms, a Colt like Eli’s jutted from her shoulder holster and another one he didn’t recognize rested at her right hip. For the first time he also noticed she had two blades. One hung upside down on her right shoulder opposite the holster, the other was tucked horizontal to her belt in the small of her back.

Satisfied that she had studied the map enough to find their way to the outskirts of the town, she told Eli to follow her and they set off into the woods. They went silently. He continually had to suppress the instinctual urge to say something, to make small talk. The heavy silence felt awkward and uncomfortable to Eli. He reminded himself this wasn’t a friendly stroll through the woods. Idle chatter in the wrong place could get them killed.

The route to the outskirts of town were long and slow, though the first sounds of civilization began reaching their ears well before they came into sight of it. The map had indicated a small ridge that rose above the tree line and Agent Walker had chosen that as the best place to do their reconnaissance. They crept slowly to the top, keeping their eyes and ears open for patrols, human or otherwise.

Inching their way to the edge, they found themselves looking out over the town. It was comprised mostly of squat wooden and stone buildings. The timbers of the rooftops joined in sharp points, making the silhouettes of the houses against the dawn sun look like a dark row of teeth. The houses radiated outward from a large square in the center of town. Around the square the fleet of vehicles sat quiet. There were countless trucks and cars. They scanned the town through their binoculars, careful to hang a tree bough over them to hide the glinting of the lenses in the sun.

In all they counted ten light tanks. Five were stationed in the north end of the city, three on the south road and two more in the square. The center of the square served as a makeshift livestock pen. The crates and cages of smaller dinosaurs had been unloaded off to one corner. Most of them had woken up and were squawking and hooting noisily. The tyrannosaurs and the allosaurs were chained to the fountain in the center of the square. The other herbivorous dinosaurs had been corralled together as best as possible by a box of trucks, another square of trucks formed the pens for the dimetrodons.

Eli counted the numbers of each dinosaur and worked to memorize which ones were present. He began wishing he had brought a pen and paper, but realized that was a luxury they didn’t have. As he was looking back to recount how many allosaurs there were compared to the tyrannosaurs, he caught sight of a familiar looking man striding out to the fountain from the large cathedral on its north side. He was dressed in a crisp black uniform, the sun glinting off the bright black polish of his boots. Through the binoculars Eli could make out a short crop of bright blond hair creeping out from his jet black officer’s hat.

He came out to inspect the pack of theropods, barking orders at the men who followed him out. He singled out the largest of the tyrannosaurs to the men who were with him, then spun abruptly and marched toward a the front of the square to begin inspecting the other animals. Eli realized why the man looked so familiar when he saw his deathly white face, punctuated by a new jet black eye patch.

“Heinrich von Schädel…” he whispered as he watched him.

A sharp gasp cut through the air to his right. He looked over at Agent Walker lying in the dirt next to him. She had dropped her binoculars and was staring at him intently. The embers of range that had smoldered in her eyes since he met her roared into an inferno.

“What did you say?” she demanded sharply.

“Heinrich von Schädel,” Eli replied slowly. “I saw him on the beach. He’s down in the square looking over the dinosaurs. I gave him that eye patch, so I’d recognize him anywhere.”

Agent Walker’s intense stare had never broken from Eli’s eyes as he spoke, but a nearly imperceptible shake had started within her. Not bother to control the tremors she snatched the binoculars from the dirt and pressed them to her eyes.

“Von Schädel. You said he’s the one with the eye patch?” she demanded.

“Um… well, he’s…”

“Tell me!” she shouted.

“Yes! He’s the blond one in black, with the eye patch.”

“Stay here.” She shoved herself up from the dirt and charged back into the brush racing down the steep hill along the crest of the ridge toward the edge of the town jamming her binoculars back into their pouch as she ran.

“What? Wait!” Eli called out but she was gone. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t figure out what she was doing. For a second he thought about following her, but she was already halfway down to the edge of the first buildings. It occurred to him that now might be his chance to get away. He shuffled in the dirt pulling himself away from the edge of the cliff so he wouldn’t be seen when he stood. This was it, he could make it this time. In the daylight there would be no stumbling into more raptors, no bumbling into patrols.

He got two steps into the woods behind the ridge before the guilt hit him. He couldn’t just leave Agent Walker charging down into the town by herself. It was suicide. What could he do though? There would be no way for him to help her from way up there, and he wasn’t about to run into town after her. After all, he didn’t even know what she was trying to do. Yet, the thought of just abandoning her sunk into the pit of his stomach like a lead weight. He couldn’t do it.

He finally decided on a compromise. He would watch through the binoculars just long enough to make sure she did whatever she was going to do and got out safely. Once he was sure Agent Walker was clear, he could slip away before she got back to the top of the ridge.

Belly down in the dirt again he crawled back out to the edge of the rock abutment and pressed his binoculars to his eyes. He scanned the town frantically for any sign of where she had gone. A glint of red fluttered through his lens and he snapped back to find her pressed against the edge of a building two blocks from the square. A German soldier was walking slowly down the street toward the edge of town from the square. He looked like he was whistling something to himself. Eli thought he looked like he was having a pretty good morning. At least, until he walked by Agent Walker.

If he hadn’t happened to turn and look down the alley he may have made it, but he froze as he saw Agent Walker pressed into the wall. Like a viper she snatched him into the alley, a hand clamped tightly over his mouth. There was the flare of sunlight catching a blade and the alley wall was stained the color of Agent Walker’s hair. She let the man’s body slump down into the shadows. A pool of crimson grew steadily from his open, ragged throat. She peered carefully down the man street and then slipped around the corner toward the square.

She ducked behind a parked truck as a small group of soldiers passed by. She flattened out and slid forward under the truck, creeping closer to the square. Eli followed her gaze, trying to figure out what in the world had possessed her to storm into town. Directly in front of her he saw him. Von Schädel. She was going after von Schädel. What was she thinking? The whole idea was insane.

Eli was riveted to the binoculars as he watched her slowly creep toward the square. He lost sight of her beneath a line of trucks and realized she must be crawling her way beneath them up to the square. A soldier stepped away from the edge of the square and ducked behind one of the trucks, lighting a cigarette out of the view of the square. His smoke break confirmed Eli’s theory. He watched as the man’s eyes went wide and he was practically sucked beneath the trucks. A sanguine streak jetted out from under the vehicle, and Agent Walker crawled out to take his place, her uniform stained in blended shades of brown and red.

She had almost made it to the edge of the square when things went wrong.

The men who had passed by Agent Walker before had turned around and were coming back. As they strolled up the street toward the square one made the same mistake the first had made and glanced down the alley. Agent Walker had hid the body well, but the pool of blood had chosen its own course and was slowly running out into the street. The man grabbed his companions and then ran over to the alley, uncovering the still-warm corpse.

All three men began shouting at the top of their lungs and one produced a whistle from his breast pocket blowing a sharp clear note as they ran back to the square. Agent Walker had chosen just that moment to advance and as all eyes turned toward the shrill call of the whistle in the street, she was left standing in the open. Soldiers charged at her from everywhere. No doubt intending to make it her last act, she whipped both pistols from their holsters and leveled them at von Schädel.

Two sharp cracks rang out in the square as she fired both pistols, but the man didn’t fall. A triumphant smile bloomed beneath his jet black eye patch as he strode up to Agent Walker lying on the paved stone of the square. A soldier had tackled her right as she had fired. The lead intended to rip the life from von Schädel was embedded harmlessly in the timbers of a nearby house.

Eli watched powerlessly as the men disarmed her and pulled her to her feet. Von Schädel barked a few more commands and a soldier struck her over the back of the head with his rifle. She fell limp in their arms and the soldiers dragged her off across the square. For a moment Eli was rigid with the terror at the feat that they were about to throw her to the tyrannosaurs. They didn’t pause at the fountain though, and dragged her further off to the cathedral, it’s heavy wooden doors slamming shut as von Schädel followed them in.

Panic filled Eli as he lowered the binoculars back to the dirt. Once he was sure she was safe he had planned to bolt. Instead she was in even more danger and he was the only one who knew. He ran through all the options he had. If he ran now he could escape easily. He knew it. Maj. Hawkins and the others wouldn’t suspect anything was amiss until close to nightfall, and he could be miles away by then. What would become of Agent Walker though?

Eli swore angrily in the dirt. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t just run away when she was captured like that. What could he possibly do though. He was no trained operative. Agent Walker was a million times more skilled than he was and she had gotten caught. How could Eli possibly hope to rescue her? He had to tell Maj. Hawkins. He jumped up from the dirt and raced down the cliff, veering off from the way Agent Walker had gone and taking the path back to camp.

He burst breathlessly into the clearing where they made camp and was greeted by the barrel of Cpt. O’Donnell’s Johnson light machine gun pressed firmly into his mouth.

Cpt. O’Donnell cursed Eli and yanked the weapon from between his teeth. “You idiot! What are you doing crashing into the middle of camp like that, I about blew your head off.”

Eli gasped and coughed and yammered out everything he could about what had just happened. Words and sentences tripped and fell over each other in a garbled mess as they competed for breath with Eli’s screaming muscles. Finally he succeeded in getting the message across that Agent Walker had been captured and Cpt. O’Donnell rushed off to wake Maj. Hawkins and Sgt. Lewis.

Maj. Hawkins burst out of his tent and ran to Eli while Cpt. O’Donnell went to wake Sgt. Lewis. Eli’s breath had returned to him, and his thoughts fought their way back into a coherent order. He recounted everything that had transpired to Maj. Hawkins, pausing only once to bring Cpt. O’Donnell and Sgt. Lewis up to speed before continuing. When Eli finished his story, Maj. Hawkins released his shoulders and took a step back. For the first time Eli recognized the look of genuine concern splayed across his stoic face.

“So what do we do?” Eli asked.

“You have to ask?” said Cpt. O’Donnell. “We go down there, be bust some heads, we rescue Agent Walker and we burn the place down on our way out.”

“We can’t just charge in there,” Eli protested. “There are hundreds of soldiers. They have tanks, not to mention all those dinosaurs. We wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Why do we even have to go get her?” All heads turned to Sgt. Lewis as his question hung with the puff of smoke from his mouth. “It was crazy of her to run off down there but she knew what she was doing. She got herself into this mess, why do we have to go get her?”

Eli was shocked at his suggestion. “You would just abandon her?”

“Why not?”

“She’s one of us!”

“One of us?” Sgt. Lewis scoffed. “She’s not one of us. She’s a spook. An assassin, not a soldier. She answers to that G-man that gave us all the shoddy intel.”

“For this mission she is under my command,” Maj. Hawkins stated firmly. “I do not intend to leave one of my own behind.”

“Then what’s the plan?”

“Gear up. We’re heading into town.”

With that the three mean broke off to their tents to prepare. Eli rushed off to his own tent to reclaim the gear he had left behind for the scouting. He looped the strap of the Thompson back over his shoulder, satisfied to feel its comforting weight again. He stuffed every pocket he could with ammunition and tucked as many grenades as he uniform would handle into every place they would fit. He hoped it wouldn’t come down to an outright battle, the odds weren’t in their favor to survive it, but if that’s what it came down to he wanted to be ready. Satisfied that he was armed to the teeth, he raced back into the center of camp.

The three other men had been quicker than him in their preparations, but all three were just as thorough, each looking like a walking armory. Maj. Hawkins had even ducked into Agent Hawkins’s tent and her shotgun and submachine gun were slung over his left shoulder.

“I thought she might want these once we’re in there,” he said, following Eli’s gaze. “Well, are we all ready?” Everyone nodded in silent assent. “Then lead the way private.”

They raced as quickly as they could through the woods up to the crest of the ridge where Eli had watched her get dragged off. As they crouched there surveying the town Eli pointed out the cathedral where she had been taken. The town had come alive as a result of the intruder, and soldiers swarmed through the streets. The dinosaurs shuffled restlessly in the square amid the hornets nest of activity that stirred around them.

They wouldn’t stand a chance going down the street Agent Walker had used to slip into town. There was too much activity in and around the square. Their best option looked to be slipping around the outskirts of the city to get behind the cathedral. Hopefully there would be a back or side entrance they could use to get to her.

“We’re going to need a diversion. Something to draw attention away from the cathedral. Nick?”

“I’m on it sir.” Cpt. O’Donnell slid away from the ledge and started down the hill following the path Agent Walker had taken.

“We’ll also need some covering fire. If there are no other exits we’re going to be forced out on the square. Think you can keep us out of trouble, Holden?”

“No problem, boss.” Sgt. Lewis’s Springfield slid up next to him and he peered down the scope at the square, hands expertly adjusting the dials on the sides.

“That leaves you and me private. Let’s go escort the good Miss Walker out of town.”

Maj. Hawkins pushed himself away from the ledge and began trekking down the opposite side of the cliff face, toward the far end of the town. Eli hurried after him, taking care not to slip and tumble down the ridge. By the time they had descended, they found themselves at the back of a a large stone and wood house. In the distance, Eli could see Sgt. Lewis had quickly gathered a handful of boughs from the forest behind him and built a low blind. The workmanship was impressive, Eli knew where to look but even he had trouble finding him.

Eli and Maj. Hawkins ducked into the first alleyway and began winding their way to the looming spire of the the cathedral ahead of them. Twice they ducked into the shadows to avoid passing soldiers. There was no use picking a fight until the last possible moment. Finally they came out on a small courtyard. It sat behind the cathedral, sandwiching it between itself and the town square on the other side. Six guards stood around the large double doors at the top of the steps leading into the building.

Aside from the six guards at the door, the courtyard was devoid of life – empty of the bustle that gripped the rest of the town. Eli and the major waited.

“What now?” Eli asked.

“Be patient, if I know Nick our diversion will be arriving soon.”

As if on cue, a series of thundering booms shook the town from on the other side of the square. Peering out of the alley Eli could see enormous plumes of fire blossoming over the rooftops and dissolving into black clouds of smoke.

“Right on cue.” Smiled Maj. Hawkins. Before Eli could react he stepped out into the courtyard. The men guarding the door had turned at the thunderous noise and noticed Maj. Hawkins too late. Fire burst from his weapon as he fired and the six men fell one by one into crumpled, bloody heaps.

He raced up into the gory pile with Eli close at his heels, clicking a fresh clip into his BAR. His shoulder slammed heavily into the doors when he reached them. They shook violently as he struggled to force them open, but the lock refused to give. Eli was pushed to the side as Maj. Hawkins’s Browning fell to hang from its straps. He pulled Agent Walker’s Ithaca from his hip and leveled the barrel at a sharp angle to the door lock.

The boom of the shotgun was deafening in the alcove of the cathedral doors as the wood around the lock was rent into jagged splinters. The major’s leg chambered in front of him and his boot finished the job. The boom of the cathedral doors being kicked open rivaled the sound of the shotgun blast as it echoed down the hallway leading to the sanctuary.

Eli rushed in behind Maj. Hawkins and they charged down the hallway into the open hall of the cathedral. Even with the dull booms of detonated explosives in the distance and the fresh blood that clung to his boots, Eli could feel the thick, tangible reverence that hung in the room. They stood next to the raised pulpit, long lines of deep mahogany pews stood in straight ranks on either side of a red carpeted walkway that led to the large doors opening out onto the square. Guarding the flanks of the pews were rows of thick stone columns, silently bearing the weight of the long balcony that ran in an open U-shape above the sanctuary.

To one of those columns, in the center between the pulpit and the doors to the square, Agent Walker was bound tightly. She looked up at Eli and Maj. Hawkins and tried to shout something but it was mangled by the rags stuffed tightly between her teeth. Eli started to rush forward to untie her but Maj. Hawkins grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and shoved him down behind the pews.

Just as he did gunfire erupted from the balcony above where Agent Walker was bound and shards of splintered pew rained down on Eli’s head. He scrambled towards the sides and pulled himself behind one of the stone pillars. Maj. Hawkins flicked out from the hallway he had rolled back into and fired the shotgun. Agent Walker yelped through her gag as the mangle mass nearly landed on her after toppling over the balcony into a bloody heap.

There were more men above them and their submachine guns roared to life as they tried to pin down Eli and the major. Maj. Hawkins rolled from the hallway and dove into the pew, tearing another man to shreds with his shotgun. As he did, Eli raced down the corridor between the columns and the wall trying to find a way to get to Agent Walker. Two soldiers ran down the steps near the door to the square and Eli ducked to the side, their bullets gouging chunks of stone from the column that shielded him.

He sucked in a deep breath and recalled what Maj. Hawkins had taught him on the range. He dropped to one knee and slid out from the column. The Thompson jumped and kicked in his hand as he fired two quick bursts and the men on the stairs exploded in clouds of crimson, crumpling at the base of the stairs. Pushing himself back to his feet he glanced back at Maj. Hawkins.

He was darting from the pulpit like a demon, spitting booming death from his shotgun. As another man fell with an anguished, gurgling scream he let the shotgun fall and snatched up the M3. The delay was enough to give the soldiers above an opening and he was forced to dive back into cover to avoid the hail of gunfire they sent to find him.

Eli realized as long as they were up there they would have no chance of getting Agent Walker out alive. He raced to the stairs at the end of the church and leapt over the bloody bodies of the men he had killed. His thumb found the cartridge release and replaced the clip with a fresh one, slipped the former in a pocket of his uniform. Once over the bodies he fell to a crouch and slowed so that he was creeping up the staircase step by step. Peering around the corner of the staircase he saw the men who were keeping Maj. Hawkins pinned. Thankfully they hadn’t seen him.

He slid out from the staircase with his weapon raised and fired. The first man’s head exploded into mangled chunks before they had any idea what was happening. The second man’s chest erupted into a mess of ragged holes as he turned to face Eli and his lifeless body rolled backwards over the balcony railing. The last man was too quick to catch unawares. He fired a burst and Eli dove out of the way barely avoiding being ventilated by the volley of lead.

He rolled hard on the stone floor and used the momentum to lift to one knee. The German soldier whipped his gun to face Eli but this time he was too slow. Eli squeezed the trigger of his Thompson firmly, and the man’s throat and lower jaw were torn to scarlet ribbons. Eli was faintly aware of one of the man’s teeth sent skittering across the stones.

Heart pounding, Eli did a quick sweep of the balcony. Satisfied that that all the soldiers lay slain, Eli slapped a fresh clip into his weapon.

“All clear!” he shouted down to Maj. Hawkins, then turned and raced down the stairs. By the time he reached Agent Walker the major had released her from her bonds. She rubbed the back of her head sorely as soon as her hands were free.

“Where’s von Schädel?” she demanded of Eli as soon as he was free.

“What? Forget him. We’re here to rescue you.” Eli protested.

“Where is he!?”

“We don’t have time for this,” Maj. Hawkins growled sternly. “We have to go. Now.”

He handed Agent Walker’s weapons over to her and she cradled them with the affection of a mother who has had her lost children returned to her arms. Shouting echoed from the courtyard Eli and Maj. Hawkins and Eli heard the unmistakable sound of a large number of feat pounding their way to their door.

“Out the front.” Maj. Hawkins ordered.

They raced down the red carpet, its plushness insufficient to muffle to echo of their boots at they dashed to the front door. Eli grabbed the handle of the left door, while Agent Walker took the right. They both looked to Maj. Hawkins, who stood in the center. He did a quick check of his BAR then lifted it to his shoulder. Finding everything in order he gave a quick nod. Eli and Agent Walker flung the doors open and the three raced out blinded by the bright sun into the chaos outside.

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Adam is a former English teacher turned personal trainer and writer. He’s addicted to learning, parkour and martial arts. In addition to being a voracious bibliophile Adam’s fascinated by anything related to health, fitness and language. When not studying or training he can usually be found curled up with a good piece of fiction. You can e-mail Adam at Adam@RoadtoEpic.com