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Friday, 26 April 2013

Parallel Lives chapter 89

Two and a half years later

Karen spotted Jack straight away, sat outside the Farnborough town centre cafe, newspaper folded in four. The brilliant, hot sunshine reflected off the sheen of sweat on his brow and the dark, black rimmed sunglasses as he looked casually around. She admired the younger haircut he sported, felt it suited him, as did the beard. But she still recognised him straight away; knew anyone half well trained looking for him would too.
Jack looked up, genuinely pleased to see Karen, the first time in over twenty months. Standing he pecked her on the cheek and signalled to the waitress inside that he was ready to receive the two coffees he had pre-ordered.
'You look well,' he opened. 'You look gorgeous' was what he wanted to say, but he needed her to wait until he had said his piece, had received what he had asked for. She flushed, nerves contributing as much as modesty.
'Thank you,' she replied, 'so do you.' The waitress flowed out of the cafe door, balancing the two broad, low cappuccino cups carefully. Karen and Jack sat as the cups were placed in front of them, Jack lifting his newspaper out of the way.
'How's the arm?' asked Karen. Jack raised the cup slowly, a slight tremble in the action.
'I expect I'll spill some before we're through,' he replied, smiling, 'but much better, thank you.' After a pause he continued, 'It was the best thing we did, getting me out of that hospital before they could get to me. I'm not convinced I'd be here today if we hadn't.' Through the dark lenses Karen could still tell the pain and truth his eyes were showing, she knew from the furrow above the thick frame he was wincing. The pause hurt both, allowed them to think about things that shouldn't have been and those that should but never would. Ever. Jack broke the silence while Karen sipped the hot, tart, coffee.
'The kids?' She lowered her cup.
'OK, miss you of course, never stop asking,' she answered, feeling the pain return.
'Over. It was a mistake, I know that, a reaction.' Nothing more to say, nothing further to offer, it was history. Jack hadn't shown any emotion over that one. Karen looked around, surveyed the broad, hot pavement, the ground level car park beyond, the trees that separated the car park and the cafe.
'Why here?' she asked. Jack smiled.
'Why not? Did you know DTRU have set up shop near here, on the commercial site North of the town,' he asked back. Karen shook her head, incredulous.
'Are you mad?' she asked, 'They'll be looking for you.' Karen scanned around, expecting to see Government agents stood watching. Jack smiled, clearly amused.
'There's risk, sure, but one thing I've learned since joining the group is that the best place to hide is in plain sight. There are people watching us, but they work with me, and I doubt you would ever spot them,' he said, lifting his coffee cup up carefully. After another pause Jack re-opened the conversation.
'Did you bring it?' he asked. Karen nodded, reached down to the shopping bag she had placed carefully between her legs earlier and lifted out a crumpled paper bag. She placed it carefully on the table.
'I could lose my job over this, you know,' she said. Since the separation Karen had worked in the same hospital she had visited Sam Jackson in. Jack looked at, but did not touch, the loose package.
'I know,' he said quietly.
'And if they catch you?'
'They'll kill me. But if I don't do this,' said Jack, closing the distance between himself and Karen, lowering his voice, 'then the consequences will be much more terrible for all of us.
'We believe that the Government is gathering enough tactical advantage to wage war on America and win. We think that there are people inside DTRU and the Secret Service so fired up for a war that they will tell the Government anything that will persuade them to follow that path.
'I don't know if they are right or wrong about our capabilities, but I know a war will endanger you, the kids, me. And why? Because of ideological differences? A trade war? None of this is that important, we're coping quite well without our cousins.
'So I may die, that’s true, but I will almost certainly die along with those I truly love if I don't do this. It will strike a major blow to them, might just make them break step. We know they’re winning the intelligence battle and this’ll put a halt to that.' Jack realised that he had started to shake, the emotion of his cause rising through his veins. Karen was curious.
'Is Michael supplying you with this information?' she asked, aware that Michael had managed to retain employment with DTRU. Jack shook his head.
'No, they watch him like a hawk, or at least like to think they do. Anyway, they keep him away from the real sexy stuff these days. He's been working on water supply defence protocols since that botched terrorist attack on the Syrian capital, Damascus, two years ago, but he’s quietly recruiting scientists from within.' Karen reached out and placed her hand on Jack's, felt the shaking, trembling undercurrent that would haunt him for whatever was left of his life.
'Take care,' she said, standing.


Copyright Ray Sullivan 2011

The characters, places and events described in this novel are fictitious and any resemblance to persons, places or events, past or present, is coincidence.  All rights reserved

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