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Date Posted: 19:31:15 12/17/01 Mon
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's message, "The Dragonslayer" on 16:44:37 12/16/01 Sun
The Dragonslayer, Chapter 9
We didn’t want to let go of each other, but in the end, we did. Time was short and
Michael hurried us out of the room. As he moved with us to the door of the old
farmhouse, one of the guards moved up behind him quickly and used the butt of his
rifle to strike Michael sharply behind his right knee. The blow caused Michael’s leg to
buckle and he fell heavily to his knees. “Stay right where you are. Don’t move!” The
guard growled and he pulled a pair of sturdy-looking handcuffs from his back pocket.
He had one of Michael’s hand cuffed and was reaching for the other when Tillman
came into the room.
“What are you doing? I told you none of that until the boy was gone!” Tillman’s voice
boomed through the room and the guard dropped Michael’s hands and stepped
backwards to his former position. Rene took this opportunity to run back into
Michael’s arms.
“Daddy! Did he hurt you?!” Rene asked as he looked from Michael to Tillman and
back to Michael, wrapping both arms around Michael’s neck. He stared up at Tillman
with hate in his green eyes. “If you hurt my Daddy again, I will find a way and I will
kill you.” Rene fairly shivered with anger and Tillman looked like he might really be
afraid that Rene would make good on his threat.
“I’m all right, Rene.” Michael said as he drew Rene close, the handcuffs dangling from
one wrist, and whispered in his ear. “You must go now. Say nothing else until you
are in the car and are driving away. It will be better for me that way. Remember
always that I love you. Now go with Grace.” Michael pushed Rene towards me and
he put Rene’s hand in mine.
Michael remained on his knees, so that I had to bend to embrace him and tell him
goodbye. “I love you, Grace. Keep Rene safe and don’t let him forget me.” His voice
broke on that last sentence, and I looked into his eyes and promised him that I would
keep Rene safe until Michael saw him again. I could stand it no longer, so I told
Michael that I loved him and let him go. I turned and walked out the front door.
Looking back one last time, I closed my eyes at the sight of the guard coming up once
more behind Michael, pushing him roughly to his stomach on the floor and kneeling
with one knee on Michael’s back as he snapped the remaining cuff around Michael’s
hand, then standing and giving a swift and painful kick to Michael’s freshly-healed
ribs. I saw the pain reflected in his eyes just before he closed them and laid his head
on the floor.
I pulled Rene hurriedly to the car, unwilling for him to see Michael in that position.
Tillman was true to his word, and we drove away free, leaving Michael behind....
The Dragonslayer, Chapter 10
As soon as we were back on the main road, I put my foot on the gas pedal and we
fairly flew down the country road. As we sped along the country road, I noticed a
black helicopter flying past us and going toward the old farmhouse. I pressed the
accelerator harder to put as much distance between Rene and I and the farmhouse as
possible. We were following Michael’s orders. Speaking of which, I turned to Rene
and told him to open the glove compartment. He did and found the small box that
Michael had told us about. Rene opened the box and he found the 2 small silver
disks. He peeled one off of its backing, then unbuckled his seat belt, got on his
knees in the car seat and with his hand, he brushed the hair back from my right ear.
He carefully pressed the small disk to the skin behind my ear. He did the same with
the other disk, only this time he pressed it behind his own ear.
“Mom, why did Daddy pull his silver disk off and swallow it?”
“Rene, he did that so that the bad guys couldn’t take it away from him. The people
that your Daddy works for can track him for awhile by using that disk. They can find
him wherever the bad guys take him.” Remembering Michael’s instructions, I tapped
the silver disk behind my ear twice and said cautiously, “Birkoff, do you hear me?”
A young, agitated voice spoke back, “Who is this and what are you doing on this
channel?”
“My name is Grace King and I just left Michael with some very bad people...” I said
urgently.
“Grace? Are you all right? Is Rene with you? What about Michael?” I could hear the
agitation in Madeline’s voice as she cut in on the young male voice. She sounded
genuinely concerned about us. I began to tell her about the last five hours of our day.
“Grace, we have Michael’s signal and are tracking him. He’ll be all right. His team is
headed toward you as we speak. You should see them in just a few minutes. They
are driving a black Suburban like the one they used at the bank.” Madeline continued
to feed us instructions as I drove. “Walter will take you some place safe, Grace. When
you meet Michael’s team, Walter will transfer to your car and he will drive you to the
naval air station in Ft. Worth. From there, he will take you to your new home. I had
it prepared as a contingency in case we had to move you and Rene quickly.”
“Madeline, Rene and I are not going anywhere until we see Michael.” I told her bluntly.
“Walter isn’t taking us anywhere until I say he takes us!”
“You tell her, Mom!” Rene laughed as I could fairly hear the steam rising at the other
end of the communications line. I also heard a faint snort of laughter over the line.
Michael had told us about Birkoff’s sense of humor, and I think I had just heard it. I
wondered if anyone had ever talked to Madeline as I just had. Well, I told myself, she
had better get used to it.
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