Part 9 (1/2)
Panicked, I redialed. The phone just kept ringing, but n.o.body picked up.
I found myself pacing back and forth. This couldn't be happening. They had nothing to do with this. This wasn't their fight. They didn't even know what I really did for a living. They were hundreds of miles away. The feeling of helplessness. .h.i.t like a sledgehammer. A painful minute pa.s.sed, and I honestly didn't know what to do. I wanted to puke.
”Agent Myers,” Franks said, holding out his radio.
I s.n.a.t.c.hed it from him and slammed down the transmit b.u.t.ton. ”Myers, you son of a b.i.t.c.h, you better go get them!”
”Calm down, Pitt. My men are on it. If they escape before we arrive, we'll cordon off the area. My chopper is warming up now. I will personally oversee the search.”
”d.a.m.n right you will. This is your fault!” I raged.
”Just stay calm and stay stay at the compound,” Myers ordered. at the compound,” Myers ordered.
I hurled the radio back to Franks. He effortlessly s.n.a.t.c.hed it out of the air before it hit him in the face. I started running for the main building.
”Where are you going?”
”I'm going after them,” I shouted back.
”It'll take hours to get there,” the giant stated.
”s.h.i.+t!” He was right, of course, but that didn't change the fact that I had to do something. Who did MHI have in the area? Who did MHI have in the area? Julie would know. I pulled out my phone and hit speed dial J. I walked in a circle as it rang repeatedly. Julie would know. I pulled out my phone and hit speed dial J. I walked in a circle as it rang repeatedly.
”Hi, you've reached Julie Shackleford, business coordinator for MHI. Please leave a detailed message at the beep.”
I swore. Of course she wasn't answering her phone; she was hunting trolls. At the tone, I left what I was sure was an incoherent and panicked message about cultists kidnapping my folks.
My phone chirped. I switched to the incoming call. ”h.e.l.lo?” I said quickly.
”Son?” The gravely voice was winded.
”DAD!” I shouted. ”Are you okay?”
”Yeah,” heavy breathing, ”some a.s.sholes kicked the door in, started tying us up. Talking all kinds of craziness. f.u.c.king amateurs.”
It was like I could breathe again. ”Is Mom okay?”
”Sure, she's fine.”
Oh, thank you G.o.d.”What about the cultists?”
”Cultists? These punks? Well, I got three of them. The last one's crawling down the driveway, but he isn't going very fast with all those holes in him, so I'll mop him up in a second. What the h.e.l.l's going on?”
I let out a huge sigh of relief. He had survived everything a.s.sorted communists and terrorists had thrown at him in twenty-five years of warfare, both official and unofficial. He wasn't the type to scare easily.
”Dad, listen carefully. Hang tight, cops are on the way. You've got more guns, right?” I asked. He grunted, almost like that was insulting. ”Okay, good. Grab some big stuff, just in case.”
”How big?”
”Big as you've got.” And I knew that for Dad, that meant some serious firepower. The militant apple didn't fall far from the militant tree.
Franks interrupted. ”Cult survivors?” I held up one finger. ”We need him.” I nodded.
”Dad, don't shoot that last guy anymore. The cops want to question him.”
”Well, they best hurry up then. I'll go toss him a towel and tell him to put some direct pressure on it and quit his crying. Now, you listen to me, boy. They were talking about you, that this is all about you. What kind of bulls.h.i.+t are you mixed up in? Is this some sort of mafia accountant thing?”
Of course he still thought I was a CPA. ”I'll explain everything later, I promise. I need you to get to Alabama as fast as you can. The Feds will escort you here.” I glared at Franks as I said that, but he nodded in consent. At some point he had summoned the Goon Squad, because Archer, Herzog, and Torres had come running, carrying all their equipment. ”Did they say anything else?”
Dad gasped. ”d.a.m.n, forgot. Yes. Your brother, they said that they were sending 'violence and evil' or something like that after him.”
”Force and Violence?”
”Yeah. But then I went for the kitchen gun.” Growing up, it had been Pitt family custom to stash at least one gun in every room of the house, so having a kitchen gun had finally paid off, ”I shot the son of a b.i.t.c.h that said it in the face, so I was a touch distracted. We've got to get to David.”
”He's near me. I'm on it, Dad. I'll see you in Alabama. Just hang tight.” I hung up and scrolled through until I found my brother's number. My hands were trembling so bad that it was hard to work the little trackball on my phone.
”Yo?” Somebody unfamiliar picked up and my heart lurched. Was I too late? Was I too late?
”I need to talk to Mosh right now!” I shouted.
”Dude, he's going on stage in a minute. Call back later.”
”It's a family emergency,” I said forcefully.
”Well, I'm his manager. I'll pa.s.s it on when the show's over.” The voice was very laid back, bordering on obnoxious mellowness.
”Mosh is in danger. You need to get him out of there, now!”
”Look, man, lay off the dope. It makes you paranoid. Call back in a couple hours.” He hung up.
Bellowing something profane and incoherent, I started for the main building. I needed my gear.
”Where are you going?” Torres asked.
”They're coming for my brother. He's in Montgomery tonight. I have to get to him. We can be there in half an hour.”
”Our strike team is camped at Maxwell,” Archer said quickly, referring to the Air Force base in Montgomery. ”I'll raise them.”
”Myers said you weren't supposed to leave the compound,” Herzog snapped.
”Our team is already there. They can handle it. Driving up there will just put you in danger. This is probably just what the Condition wants you to do,” Torres suggested softly. ”This could be a trap.”
”I'm going,” I spun around. ”And I'll kneecap the first one of you who tries to stop me.” I'm a physically intimidating specimen when I'm enraged. The three junior agents stepped back automatically. Franks didn't flinch. None of them said another word as I stared them down. ”You gonna help me or not?”
Franks mulled it over, probably weighing the pros and cons of endangering his charge versus being able to go kill something. The decision didn't take long. ”I'll drive.”