Chapter 1: Genesis
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself" - FDR
Rosalynne Taylor
"Another weird text?" Brendan asked. "Yeah, they keep coming in." I replied while furrowing my brow. "It looks familiar, but I can't put my finger on where I remember this from." Well, that's not the full truth, but I'm not gonna tell my study buddy that. "I finished my sandwich, so I'll see you in 6th period." Brendan said, before getting up to go talk to some of his friends. I nod my head with my head glued to the phone. With the book I bought, I decode the text and read, "Schools out next week, make an alibi to come, and I'll explain all." I reply back, asking for an arrangement for transportation from the airport. I'm told it's arranged already. I finish up my burger as the bell rings. I can't wait for school to be out. Best case is I get to see my grandpa. Worst case is I use my training from the Krav Maga classes I begged my mom to take me to. Or maybe I'm missing forever. Eh.
As I get home, my mom is standing in the driveway staring at a car I don't recognize. As I walk closer, my mom turns and asks, " Hey honey, do you have a secret admirer? Cause this car was sitting here for you with a note." "Not sure, but it's good to have a ride for a road trip I'm taking next week." I reply back. Seattle seems fun now considering I'm not flying. "Well, have fun. Dinner's in the fridge." mom replied as she hopped in her car. "Have a good night at work." I said, as I go inside. I warm up the tuna casserole, do my homework, and go to sleep. T-Minus six days until I get some answers.
The next six days were uneventful. Wake up, go to school, eat lunch, take a test, go home. It's amazing how much I miss the boring monotony of normal life. I wanted to be a forensic specialist. Life doesn't always pan out the way you want. Sigh.
Chapter 2: Exodus
"Ask and it shall be given to you; seek, and ye shall find" Matthew 7:7
Leslie Taylor
"These jungles are a level of hell. I've lost three friends to snakes, and hundreds of my brothers to the Viet Cong. I never should've accepted this mission, but it was detrimental to the world to rescue the director in a camp. SCIMITAR is needed, and I do get paid well. I'm not sure if the orange hellfire is worth it though." I sigh. My journal gets more and more depressing by the day. "I should get some lunch." I mutter. "General Taylor, you have a call," I hear Lieutenant Welling yell. I yell back, "I told you to call me Leslie, Tom!" I've always hated the last name being an identification, but when in rome, do as Romans do. I pick up the phone, "General Taylor here, who am I speaking with?" "How's the search?" "We're preparing the men for the rescue tonight. She's in a POW camp. How's the moral at the office, Olga?" I ask. "It'll be better when you bring her home." Olga retorts. I always had a crush on Miss Walker, but it's never gonna work. C'est la vie.
"Solid copy. We'll be home in two days." I say before I hang up. This was the most important mission of my life, or so I thought. Now it's going to be training my granddaughter to save the world. Let's just hope she's better than I ever was. The mistakes I made changed me forever. That's why I faked my death.
Rosalynne Taylor
"I can't believe we're both going to different schools." I tell Brendan, who got accepted to Cal Tech. "Well, we do have different goals in life." Brendan replied. " I want to work with tech and be a cyber security analyst." "Fair enough." I reply. "Just make sure to text me. It's be a shame if we don't speak anymore." I jest. It turns out to be true, considering the change in career interests. I text the contact, "I'm heading out in three hours. I'll be there soon enough." I don't hear back for a while, so I set out to drive. About 5 hours in, I receive a reply back apologizing and to proceed ahead. I forge on. I take a rest at a rest stop outside of Seattle. As I fall asleep, I mutter, "T-minus three hours."
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