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The Dangerous Life of Agnes Pyle
by Jeremy C Kester
(c) Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved
The black sedan sped along the road. The light of morning was beginning to touch the edges of the horizon. Dust billowed behind the car. Safiya and Majd had been driving for hours. Though they hadn’t known where they were going at first, they decided on a small coastal town, Latakia. There they knew someone who could get them on a boat towards Alexandria. From Alexandria, contacts there would be able to get them to America.
They needed to be smuggled in. Safiya had a passport, but Majd had not trained in America as she had been so he never needed it.
“We have to get gas soon,” Majd said breaking another lengthy silence between the pair.
“Try for a more public station,” she said. She was tired. Sitting in a car watching terrain go past her view was not at all an exciting activity to her. She would have rather been driving, but neither of them wanted to attract unwanted attention. And that is exactly what they had done at the last station.
It was a small station on the outskirts of a small town. There were few people at all around other than a small band of rebels, or at least that is what they appeared to be. They tried to take Majd and Safiya by force, him as a recruit, her as a trophy. The blood was heavy on the dirt as the pair ensured that the party would not give anyone trouble again.
Going to a more public place at least lessened the chances that they would be targets.
“That is a good plan,” he said, his eyes blandly focused on the road in front of him. He could have sworn that he was driving in circles if the compass on the rearview mirror hadn’t told him that he was in fact driving east still.
Silence enveloped the car once more. There hadn’t been much to say during the trip. Although he didn’t agree entirely of what they were planning to do, something else worried him far more. The silence.
“They haven’t contacted us at all,” he said finally after nearly another hour. They had since refueled and continued their journey without another incident.
“That worries me as well,” Safiya replied. “Do you think you know why?”
He shook his head. “No. It has been filling me with worry. After Natalia passed over, no one has given us contact. It is though they think we were gone too.”
“Maybe. Everyone else in our colony passed. It is easy to believe we did as well.”
“I don’t want to be alone out here. We cannot know what is going on without our conduits.”
Safiya nodded as she hummed a meek reply. His words gave her a moment of pause. She was worried as well, but she hadn’t given it the thought that Majd has been giving it. His words brought her the realization that they might be thought dead.
“Who were the ones who attacked us?” she asked. She didn’t look at Majd, she kept her focus on the world outside of the car. It all felt surreal to her.
“I do not know. I have not known of them.”
“Do you really think that they are like us… Sentries?”
He nodded. He didn’t say anything. He was too afraid to. Knowledge of that fact made his skin crawl. Sentries never attacked another unless there were serious reasons. Were they outlaws without knowing it? Had Natalia done something to warrant them being hunted? No matter the question that was asked, the scenarios were dark.
Safiya knew that he answered yes. She didn’t need to see his face. She could feel his worry. “Why would they try to kill us?” she asked loud enough only to be audible to her.
“Do you think that Brandt will help us? Do you think that he will know who these people are?”
Safiya found herself suddenly thinking again of Agnes. The poor girl was undoubtedly scared and alone. Even with Brandt and Cadence, this trouble would only make her life worse. She wanted to get there to help. “Yes. He was an honorable, if not very difficult, man. He will know what to do. He can help us train better too.”
“I have heard much about him. That he is one of the best?”
“My teachers thought so. They looked up to him.”
“I hope he can help.”
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