Missing points
Raelle watched Abigail twisting in her sleep. She was about to move to comfort her, but Adil just pulled her into his embrace more. Allowing her to fall back into peaceful sleep.
Understanding the situation and not looking for a repeat on the wedding, where she believed it was her fault. And her becoming withdrawn, she left them alone. Unknowingly Adil had awakened, from Abigail nightmare. But said nothing, just watched Raelle as he held Abigail, smoothing her back to sleep. He watched Raelle Heading off from out of the infirmary soon after.
He was glad that her unit mate was being so protective over her. Even with their shady past. Abigail had opened up to after Raelle saved Khalida live. They’re had hangout, for most of the night, talking. There both voiced there worries.
Raelle headed off to the phones. It was still a few hours before everyone would be awake. She the best time to have this conversation. She picks up the phone, checks her surroundings for anyone. And dialled the one placed she could think of. The Marshall’s office in the Cession.
She didn’t have time for small talk, so when someone finally picked up the phone, after the third ring. She got straight to her point.
“I need Bells”.
“wants wrong, did something happen.”
“can you put him on”. Her tone was hash, she really didn’t care.
Whoever it was, called out. For Bells to take over the phone call, that Raelle needs to speak with him. It wasn’t long before she could hear the line change over.
A deep voice come thought, “Bells here”.
“you know Abigail Bellweather, the daughter of Petra Bellweather.”
“straight to the point” not getting the normal chuckle, he quickly moved on “yes, she a distance relation, I think my fourth cousin or something, why”.
“she messed up, or at least she thinks so. The training here, only goes so far. She needs a better trainer. And your one of the best that is available.”
“ok, I can be there by lunch”.
She rests her head against the wall, the phone still at her ear. But she couldn’t find her words.
“is everything ok, Raelle.”
“I’m fine”.
Quickly putting the phone on it hook.
For the first time in a long time, she couldn’t feel the pain in her body, from the slumber party.
She also couldn’t see the memories that continued to relay in her mind. Scylla memoires, her parents being killed. Her own memories. This making it easy to be around people and enjoy things. Even with this good effect on having a fourth seal, or a very strong third seal. There was a biggest downside, her empathy was almost gone. Her fuse was known very short. And following orders was not something that comes easy to her.
She pushed herself up straight and headed back to Abigail side.
Bells looked at his people.
“I need a car; I been assigned to fort Salem. Raelle would like me to train Abigail”.
“who Abigail boss.”
“a distance relative, you know. Petra Bellweather. It her daughter.”
He placed down the phone, with a little sigh.
“is there something else, Boss”.
“I think something wrong with Raelle. But don’t worry. I will find out once I arrive, you have my word.”
Quickly that removed the worry look there had. And rushed off to get his car ready. There was a few checks and paper work to do before he could just take a vehicle from the Cession.
****
Kelly Wade stood at the car door. Alder a foot way. She had stay with Alder that night, like she does every time she in Fort Salem. Alder watches her leave, wishing she could just go with. Or better yet kiss her goodbye. But Kelly, wouldn’t allow. “too many people wouldn’t approve” she would say. Like people opinion matter.
Lately she been feeling like it something else. Something more. Before she could understand, even going so far. She didn’t want the Vice president become president. But she would always give her words of love, in their secret love language but she had stopped that. Even with them spending the night together talking. She never once spoke with her.
Maybe offer her to dinner, just the two of them. With a hidden smile she made a mental note, do such that.
She watched as a fellow witch named, M. Climbed into the car. Which was strange but not fully out of the norm. The car pilled of moments later.
She headed back to her office. Paused only for a second at seeing Quartermain her adopted daughter, outside her office, a collar around her neck still. With a large folder in her agape. In stead of address her straight way. She paused at receptionist desk.
“have you received your orders”.
The receptionist looks up from her desk. With a little smile.
“yes, General.”
“good, how are your injures. Staff Sargent.”
“healing up, nicely. Need follow up every week, for the next six weeks.”
“understood, put in place, your second. To take over those days, and one other day thought out the week.”
“understand General. I will get right on it. anything else.”
“no disturbance for a little while”.
The receptionist looks over at Quartermain then back at Alder, “you don’t have pressing matter, at this moment. If anything come in, should I inform you are wait until Drill Sargent leaves.”
“interrupt, if it anything to do with the attack that happen. Other then that, you your judgment”.
Her biddies quickly as there could filed into to the office and made themselves comfortable. As Alder headed over and sat down behind her desk.
Quartermain had been busy for the past week. Since the meeting with Raelle, Alder, and Petra. She continued to search for the missing Cadets. The only place there haven’t check was the abandoned lighthouse. And it there had found them. There had been hurt a little and freak out. Not sure on what to do, there stay put and place a defence around them. If there was a ground attack.
There had arrive home the same night of the attack.
Quartermain quickly got into want she wanted to talk about.
“I found the massacre Raelle, spoke of. It took longer than I thought. The killings happened on the edge of the Cession, boarded on the west America and Canada in the north.”
“why didn’t we hear this”.
“that area, at the time was a mining town, in the mountains. After it shut down, there was a no go. All information of that area was seal, after the discovery. The only reason I found it because there have report years checks. There call it death mountain.”
“but it still doesn’t explain how we missed it.”
“General permission to speak, openly.” With that she straightens herself.
She thought about it for a second, “you may”.
Quartermain took a deep breath, “there was a mess up. In that area. Was a large fire, most of those killed, was put under killed by fire.”
Alder leans back against her chair, “I remember at fire, it looks days for us to stop it.”
For the next few hours there discussed what Quartermain had found. She had identified about 25 people. But wasn’t fully sure about the others. She asked if she could discuss this with Raelle. Which she only relied, ‘if she wishes, you may’.
****
It was morning after her stay at Alder’s. Now one knows about her and Alder. This is her biggest and only Secret. But the pressure of the Vice president and other with the white house to put more restriction on them. Was making it hard to be in the moment with Alder. She wishes she could talk it out with her. Like any old partner would do, but this different.
She had managed to get back by midday. While travelling her and M and discussed, safe words. And certain body language that would mean for M to act, straight way.
“so, when I look at you and give you three nobs. I need you to search where I am at, for any devices or explosives”.
“and want if there are other inside the room.”
“don’t worry about anyone if there say anything. Just say, a witch might practice.”
The gate of the white house opened. Finally, she was back home. It hadn’t felt that way, for a few weeks know. She really wanted to stay at Fort Salam, well more like she wants to have Alder by her side.
She pushed away her feeling. As she exited her vehicle, with in second the Vice President and his red coats bodyguards. She looked at M, gave a quickly nod. Both of them and her normal guards enter the white house. Followed by Silver.
As the doors closed of her office, Silver only and M. Kelly turned to Silver.
“what were you thinking, yesterday. With that recorder”.
“I was thinking that she could have been lying. You know what there like, changes faces and all that.”
“I know. But if she doesn’t trust us. Then what you going to do.”
He was thankful she didn’t get his slip up. Knowing spree work. Only the spree and military know about this. So, for him to know would mean he was apart of the “spree”. But in reality, he was part of the Camarilla. It would seem she didn’t know about this fact, yet. He hopes she wouldn’t found out.
The dumber the easer to control.
There was only one big issue know, this new bodyguard. A witch.
“How your daughter?”
He was taken a back a little but managed to stay strong.
“she of at camp, last her heard. Why”.
“I wanted to give her, her birthday gift. But I can give it to her once she returns. Know I have bigger, thing to deal with. Don’t pull want you did again, or I will have more then words. Understand”.
“understood.”
And with that left.
Kelly looks over at M once he was gone. Gave them three nobs.
And with that M started with a low seed and check her, office all over. there did this several time with different seeds. Finding one, near the guess chair. She cursed to herself but overly said nothing.
“inform Alder. About this and ask about faces changes”.
“madam president, that spree work”.
*****
Petra had arrived back with troops, that had been dealing with the fire. She was there to see the changeover, with fresh troops. She quickly headed over to the infirmary to see her daughter. But quickly learning that she was discharged that morning at had heading of to breakfast.
As she exited the building there not too distance way was her aunts, half-brothers, son. Known as Bells. She watched in slow motion a blonde hair soldier rushing up to him. Taking him by surprise. She chuckled but thought not much about it.
Yes, It had been a long time since she had saw him. But being too busy, having to head back, she could talk with him. She had to deal with the fire, that still rages in the airport, in places. And the aftermath. And the dead, the many dead that overwhelmed the graveyards.
She checks the troops, that was boarding. Making sure there had want there needed. Once done, She climbed back into the truck. It roared to live as it left for Salem town.
The last few days had been hard, but she wasn’t too phased if it was the spree. But know that she knows it the Camarilla. A witch hate group. She is getting worried, for the further.