No one spoke for several moments. Just when the tension reached its thickest, Bernadette cut the silence by shouting, “God, I hate that man!” Everyone’s attention shifted over to her as she ranted, “What he’s done to our people is bad enough, but this is his child! How could he? How could he? Was he hoping to get his baby murdered?”
“No way!” Rebekah refuted her claim.
Bernadette felt a twinge of guilt and apologized, “Look, sorry kid! I know that’s not something you wanna hear about your parents, but-.”
“No, it’s not that,” Rebekah explained, “If he was guilty, I’d be the first one to throw him under the bus, but my dad was a regular Dudley Do-Right. He joined the police force to save lives, and it always got under his skin when someone got away with murder. He’s been like that all my life. I mean, for the last year and a half I’ve been in quarantine, and even though I haven’t seen him, I know he’s still the same way. He’s so obsessed with finding the cure ‘cause he misses me so much. The only time I ever heard him wanting someone dead was to the thieves who took the research from the Public Health Center. They had some insight about where the disease came from, and it all went missing! Daddy said with so many people dying from Venenatus Sanguis that when he arrested the people behind the theft, he’d charge them with murder and seek the death penalty. My dad’s a good man. All he wants to do is help.”
Everyone looked stunned by her revelation. She seemed to be honest and would have no reason to lie to them. Kierram remarked, “No wonder he put us on the most wanted list! He believed the orderlies’ story about what went down that day.”
Riley pondered, “But if Chief Forsythe is so adamant about finding a cure, why did the fireman say he ordered the quarantine escapees to be returned dead or alive?”
“He didn’t,” Gwynivara concluded. “Chief Forsythe is grief-stricken and has tunnel vision. The origin sensed his vulnerability and took advantage of it. He created this new police force out of desperation. He has no idea what they’re doing or what they’re capable of! That just makes these henchman that much more dangerous!” She turned to the newcomers, particularly focusing on Rebekah, and informed them, “This Rebellion’s mission is to find the cure and to stop the individual who’s responsible for creating it. You’re free to live your life here, and you have the support of people who have the disease too and know what you’re going through. You have a little more freedom and a lot less judgment. You’re welcome to stay until we find the cure!”
John commented, “Thank God! We can walk around more!”
Max added, “And no more experiments!”
“Experiments?” Gwynivara questioned.
Max explained, “They fed us different drugs, not cures, more like mood stabilizers and ways to ease the pain.”
“None of it worked,” John put in. “They made me feel worse.” The other quarantine victims agreed.
Gwynivara felt horrified by what she learned just now. She couldn’t believe that the quarantine medical team would experiment on their victims without their consent! She didn’t want to picture any of the negative side effects that they had to endure, so she turned her focus onto what was happening at this moment. “Well, I know you’ve all had a long night. Every night for a long time, right? We’ll get you guys situated in rooms, and we’ll go over the rules in the morning. Don’t worry, there’s not a whole lot! Riley here has the inventory of all the available spaces. If you need anything, come find me. I’m Gwyn, by the way, and I’m in charge, for now. Anyways, get some rest, and we’ll see you all in the morning!”
The newcomers gathered by Riley, who immediately took to having an organizational role. Gwynviara felt pleased by this. She also enjoyed seeing the rest of the Rebels heading to their rooms unprompted. A few lingered to introduce themselves to the quarantine victims, and that made her smile a little. She decided to head to her room to plan out the day tomorrow. She didn’t count how many additional people now resided here, but she would need to find out what kind of part they would play whether it would be volunteering at one of the shops or if anyone was suited to become an officer. She was about to walk out until Cody came up to her. “What’s going on, Cody?”
Cody told her, “So, I noticed a daily inventory sheet of the arsenal, but I couldn’t get it open. Do you have the key?’
It had never occurred to her that Emorick had kept the weapons locked up in his room until now. It made sense, but she remembered Riley bringing swords to them when they were battling the beasts, so she assumed the public had access to them. “Hang on.” She went over to Riley and gently interrupted his flow by tapping his shoulder. He switched his attention to her, and she asked him, “Do you have the key to the arsenal?”
“Oh, no. I put it back in Emorick’s pocket.” As soon as he answered her, he returned his attention to the commotion in front of him. Gwynivara realized that retrieving the key would mean seeing Emorick’s body barely clinging to life. This wasn’t something she wanted to see again. She wanted to preserve the image of him feeling strong and happy, and she had really hoped that he’d be awake and coherent the next time she saw him. But the Rebellion certainly couldn’t go through any length of time without access to their weapons, so she resolved herself to the fact that she would have to see him in that grave state.
Cody followed behind her as she headed to the first aid room. He conversed, “If Rebekah wrote to her father every day, how come he didn’t put a stop to all of the horrible things that happened in quarantine?”
Gwynivara mulled it over for a moment, and she came up with, “She either didn’t tell him everything to protect his feelings, or the truth was too horrible for him to accept.”
“Do you think having the police chief’s daughter here will make it more dangerous?” Cody probed. “I mean, Chief Forsythe will totally freak out when he realizes his daughter is missing!”
“Her presence here is no more dangerous than having three most wanted criminals!” Gwynivara replied. “Not unless she has a tracking device…” Suddenly, inspiration struck her. She had a plan that seemed a little far fetched, but she would have to consult an expert to see if it was plausible.
Her attention immediately swayed to Emorick’s limp, unconscious body. “He still hasn’t woken up?” Gwynivara asked the medic watching over him.
The medic’s full attention had been on Emorick, so her sudden company jerked him out of his torpor. “I saw some movement from his eyelids. I think he’s trying to.”
“Of course he is!” Gwynivara responded. “He’s a fighter!” Even though her voice portrayed confidence, her gut wrenched seeing him in this condition. She felt like if his health were getting better that he would have shown more improvement than this. She didn’t dare mention this opinion, hoping she was wrong. “I need to get a key from his pocket.”
“Oh, okay.” The medic moved out of the way for her.
It was weird to dig through someone’s pocket like that! It felt like she was invading his privacy by doing this, but what choice did she have? She felt something round, smooth, and cold to the touch. She pulled it out of his pocket, and she realized that it was the orb. The memory of its ability was impressive enough, and a chill went down her spine just thinking about what omnipotent powers it could contain. She almost put it back, but an overwhelming instinct compelled her to keep it. She didn’t understand all that it did, but she did recall that he played an important video related to his investigation of the origin, so she reasoned that as acting leader of the Rebellion, she must hold on to it. She quickly dove into Emorick’s pocket and retrieved the key as she slipped the orb into her pocket. “Got it! Let’s go.” She nodded to the medic, who nodded back. After this silent goodbye, they headed out. Cody and Gwynivara made more small talk on the way to their rooms, but she didn’t remember any of it. Her mind stayed transfixed on the orb in her pocket, and the wheels in her head were turning about its potential.
She handed Cody the key and said goodnight. As soon as he closed the door, Gwynivara knocked on the door next to his and entered without getting an answer. She couldn’t wait. She had the strangest feeling, and a nervous excitement bubbled at the pit of her stomach. She had apparently walked into Kierram laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. He got up and could sense the peculiar mood that Gwynivara was in, so he inquired, “What’s going on?”
“How hard would it be to find a tracking device?” Gwynivara asked him.
He seemed a little taken aback by her question, but at the same time, he knew she wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important, so he considered it carefully. “It’s not really in commercial use. The military are the only ones using them, so Fort Croga would be the place to look. Maybe a military supply store. Why? What are you-?”
“Could you connect one to this?” Gwynivara took the orb out of her pocket and displayed it on her hand so that Kierram could see it.
Instantly recognizing this object, Kierram nodded. “Yes it could.”
“How does it work?” She stared at it curiously. If she hadn’t already seen its ability, she would think that it was merely a beautiful piece of glass. She knew better though, and it was important to the mission to find out how to use it.
Kierram told her, “You have to hone your Venenatus Sanguis enchantments into it.”
“Can you teach me how to do that?”