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Friday, 22 March 2013
Parallel Lives chapter 74
Michael had frozen when he heard the voices, puzzled when
they mentioned Mrs Howells. He knew they were close, probably next door, and
guessed they were doing a door to door check. While the commotion took place in
the adjacent room he slipped to the front door of his room and switched off the
lights. John was going to be the main problem, he was in no state to make his
own way down the stairs and being located midway on the balcony left him extremely
Briefly he pondered how they could have traced him, but he
was aware of the technological methods at their disposal, many provided by the
DTRU. Dismissing the speculation as irrelevant to the current problem he
started to work out an exit strategy.
It sounded like there were two persons, probably not police
judging by the rough tactics being used next door. This was bad, because he
knew how capable these people could be, and how ruthless. He had to figure out
a way of turning the situation around. Initially he had to try the simple
expedient of not answering the door, which would be assisted by John's current
state. It was in his control to ensure that no sound would leave the room. The
lock wouldn't prevent these guys, he knew that, but a physical jamb on the door
would perhaps persuade them that the lock was better than it seemed.
As he felt around the dark room for any item that could be
used as a wedge, Michael heard the men leave the suite next door, their
footfalls heavier than when they had arrived. It sounded as if they were moving
away, which meant he had a chance. He waited, breath bated for almost two
minutes, unable to believe that they had gone. The only sound he could hear was
the man next door making a series of short phone calls trying to work out if he
was the subject of a vendetta, a painful practical joke or some variation he
couldn't imagine. Then the knock at the door sounded.
Michael froze, all his half formed and imperfectly baked
plans forgotten. In the bedroom he heard John moan, the mumblings returning.
The knock was repeated, an urgency in the pace, but no violence. He thought
back to the approach next door, where they had increased the tempo and the
force; it had been different. Edging to the door he heard the woman's voice,
the woman he had left in the Council Hall several hours earlier.
'Quick, open up, we may not have long,' Karen said, not
speaking, not shouting, 'we think they may come back any minute.' Michael spun
the internal lock and pulled the door open. Three figures entered, cautiously
as there weren't any lights on. Jack spoke.
'Look, we'll have to leave the introductions till later. Is
John here?' Michael nodded and led the way into the bedroom where John was
lying spread across one of the beds.
'How did they know where to look, did you follow my
instructions?' Michael asked, the enormity of the situation sinking in. Alan
replied, leaning to pull John up off the bed.
'To the letter, and believe me, it’s a pain avoiding the
motorways on a journey like that. There had better be a damn good reason for
'I'll explain later,' said Michael, pulling the other arm,
helping to pivot John upright, 'he's in and out of it at the moment. Do you
have a plan?' Jack stood close to the door, listening, then popped his head out
into the cold night air. Checking that it was still clear he turned back
'First we've got to get him downstairs and away from the
motel before those two guys return. I reckon we could have as little as a
minute. I'll go ahead and recce the route, you follow with John as best you
can. If we can get him into one of the cars then we can make some distance.'
Michael looked up at the man calling the odds.
'Are you military?' he asked.
'Used to be, feels like I'm back in it right now,' replied
Jack, diving out of the door.
Walking rapidly to the top of the steps he allowed himself
to drift out to the edge, looking over the balcony. Some movement down there,
but casually dressed movement, not the suits he had watched earlier. At the top
he looked around and saw Karen appear at the doorway. One quick check again and
he gave the thumbs up.
Once Alan and Michael saw the relayed signal they started
walking, John suspended between them.