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Namesake By QModo Note to readers. Don't read if you don't like poor grammar, this is rough. This is a work of adult fiction. No resemblance to reality should be inferred or expected. Copyright... are you kidding? Edited by Amanda Lynn - 1 - I had a security company in Kaliningrad. Unlike other bosses, I was always with my men on the field. That had put me in a trusting and close relationship with my men. Though my name was Innokenty they called me Kiesha, that's a short form of my name. Only family and close friends used it usually. This time we were guarding negotiations of two big companies. As usually in such cases there were parties that wanted to interrupt the talks. This meant we had to prevent any stakeout. We also had to find any secret recording bugs. And besides this, we were protecting against any possible intrusion and attack. I was in a tract of usual routine checkup of the territory when I suddenly blacked out. That was a powerful thing those abductors had poisoned me with. I woke up slowly. The room I was closed in was dark, but not completely dark. As I looked around the first thing that caught my attention was my body. It was like a pre-teen girl. I couldn't get to know too much because my hands were tied with plastic zip-locks. I was curious. The hallucinogen they used indicated a professional, powerful group. But the way they'd tied me proved they were amateurs. My hands were tied in front of me with a single tie. It was torn less than a minute later and my wrists weren't bleeding as it could happen with hands tied behind my back. I will have a bruise on my right thigh. But if this was the price of the freedom, let it be so. The next step was to tear the duct tape from my face. Tearing it abruptly would be a mistake so I tore it carefully and slowly. It was time to inspect myself and inspect the room. As I said I was a girl. I looked like one. I had a sleeveless shirt and powder blue short shorts. I checked bellow. There was nothing. My chest was flat. I was short, a little more than four feet, which was a significant drop from my previous six-three. There was a twin bed, a desk with two drawers and a chest with another six drawers. There was a closet too. In the closet, I found a couple of wooden hangers and no clothes. The drawers of the chest all were empty. Desk's drawers had some office thingies in the back of them. I found a plastic ruler, three packs of post-it stickers, and a point- ball pen. And, voila, there was an office cutter with an almost new blade. The only window had no grates and it wasn't locked and had a shutter that wasn't locked too. I opened the window and then cracked the shutter open. It revealed I was on the second floor. The backyard had a lawn mowed more than a week ago and it was surrounded by the white picket fence. The fence wasn't for protection rather a decoration. I didn't see any wires on the fence or any CCTV. But they could be on the wall of the house. Behind the fence, there was a field and then a forest. I recognized pines and firs. There were sounds as if they were coming from under the ground as if someone was shouting. I couldn't recognize them. Some words were barked kind as commands or requests. They were in some language I still couldn't recognize. I tried the door and it wasn't locked. Were those captors so stupid or it was kind of a trap. I cracked the door open and the hallway was dark. Let's say almost dark as there was some light from the room I was exiting. There was a stair leading down and there were another two doors. I examined the doors first. The first was to the bathroom. There was nothing I could take with me. The second door was to the room that looked like the one I had been in. There was a woman in her thirties or something. She had her hands zipped and tape on her face the same as I was. Her legs were tied with tape too. There was blood on her face like she had been beaten. She was unconscious. I'll come back to her later. I left her tied as I'd found her. It could be the poison was working the way that I saw one of my men like this young woman. She could be a skilled professional indeed. But she could be also a regular young woman. I didn't want to feel her breath on my back and hear her gasping and screaming when a silent job had to be done. And the job was to kill. It's just so. Not blinded abduction victims usually end in the morgue. The woman and I were not blinded. The only chance to get out of here alive was to kill the kidnappers or arrest them. The later was rather impossible with me being a kid. As silently as I could manage I descended the stairway to the first floor. There was another stairway down to the basement with the door. The first floor was arranged in a new fashion - there were almost no walls. A dining room with a kitchen was one spacious room. It was empty. There were no people I mean. There was a TV and there was some movie on it and it was in English. "Highly educated thugs," I thought to myself. The TV was blaring but it wasn't too loud to muffle the voices coming from the basement. The entrance door was closed and locked. The key was in the lock. I decided to check the backdoor first. It was left ajar. Moving around that crack I noticed the man sitting on the edge of the porch. He was smoking. The man was big. He was too big for my new self to interact with him directly. I went back to the kitchen. In the knife block, there were some knives and one was sticking out - the fillet knife, long, sharp, and light. What I needed exactly. With it, in my hand, I very carefully opened the door and crept behind the man. I was seeing myself as a girl and most probably I was as weak as one. I had to use all my force to do what my old self did effortlessly. It had to be one move. I had no right and no chance for a second try. I aimed it with my right hand below the rib line and pointed the knife up toward the heart. The man gasped and fell forward on the ground. I jumped down and checked his pockets. Nothing. He probably had something stuck under his waistline. He was too big for new weak me to turn him over on his back. I pull the knife out and cleaned it with his shirt. I quickly rounded the house. This one I'd killed was the only one outside. There were no visible CCTVs on the walls. I went back to the kitchen. There were some other knives but they were useless as they were too big for me. I wanted to take a paring knife but there was no place I could keep it. There were pockets on the back of my shorts but they were not deep enough. Meanwhile, I heard some movement below and another door in the basement opened. The sounds were almost clear. Then it dawned on me suddenly that the language was English. Why someone speaking English would need to capture me or my men? The companies we were guarding were Russian. They were big but they were not international. They had no partners or competitors outside Russia. If someone was about to ascend from the basement I had to kill him instantly. Otherwise, all hell will break loose. Another man for sure will not wait for me to stab him from the back. My target was his throat. But I was too short. I looked around hastily. There was a double footstep like one used to reach the top of the shelf. It was plastic and I put it at the wall where the door of the stairway to the basement was. I stepped on it and waited. I heard a man saying aloud, "Bring that kid here." After the pause, the same voice added, "Take Brian with you too. He likes young cherries." There was some snickering and some moans. The footsteps were approaching. The door opened and the figure emerged. It was a woman. I hesitated less than a second. I was taken aback by the fact it was a female. Her hands were covered in blood. I used the office cutter. She was gurgling and faltering. I had to use all my force not to let her fall back and block the stair. She had the gun, Zastava P25 "Black Lady". It's good pistol, light and efficient. The basement stairway's upper door was open now and I listened to the sounds from the basement. I could identify one man barking questions or commands. I still couldn't identify what he was asking. There had to be others too but they remained silent. How many others were there? I didn't know. I moved down to the basement. There was a kind of hallway and two doors. Behind one door I heard someone talking and some thumping. I tried another door and it was unlocked. Behind the door were some shelves and washing machine. I went back to the hallway and was listening to the sounds in another room. I waited till that someone was moving away from me. I ripped the door open and made three shots into the back of the head of that someone. He slumped down dead. Another man was tied to the chair. His face, chest and his clothes were soaked in blood. I looked around and the man on the chair and the one I'd killed were the only two in the room. The man on the chair raised his eyes and gasped as he recognized me. I could sense the terror in his gaze as he looked first at me and then at the still-smoking pistol in my hand. "Kiesha... You... You killed him?" he stammered. I shrugged. What could I say? It's my duty. He'd called me Kiesha and I thought he was one of my men. It went unnoticed he asked in English and I answered him in English too. "Sorry, I don't recognize you, bud..." His eyes widened in horror. "I... I am your daddy... Kiesha..." he stuttered and fainted. He didn't look like one of my men. The man was tall and slim and something pudgy at the same time. He was tied to the chair with duct tape. I cut it off and he slumped to the ground. I placed him on his side and wedged the captor's shoes behind his back. The fainted person may start vomiting, choke, and die if they are on their back. Then I went upstairs to the woman I'd left there. She was still unconscious. I cut zips and duct tape off her. Then stripped the pillow from its pillowcase and soaked the cloth with water in the bathroom. I used it to clothe wash the woman's face, chest, and hands. It helped. She started to stir. I washed the blood off the cloth and came back into the room. The woman was awake. "Kiesha?" she whispered with what looked like a faint smile. "Who else?" I replied. "And you are my mommy then?" I asked with some irony in my voice. It had to be a really powerful thing that hallucinogen I was poisoned with. I felt like I was this girl - something emotional at his moment. I was about to break in tears but managed to keep myself tight. "I'll go downstairs to help daddy," I told her pointing my index finger down. She stood up. She staggered but managed to keep her balanced. I handed her already wet cloth. I went back to the room where I was before and took a pillowcase from there too. We both descended to the first floor. She was still unsteady but with my help, she managed to go downstairs and not fall. We turned to the right to go downstairs to the basement. There was the woman on the floor with her throat slit. Her empty eyes were starring up and she was lying in the puddle of blood. Mom gasped. She turned to the left, fell on her knees, and vomited. I helped her to clean herself afterward. Again she was trying not to look at the dead body when we approached the stairs to the basement. In the room where dad was left she almost fainted again when she saw another dead man and what was done to dad. I left her sitting at the table. I clothe washed dad's face, his hands, and his chest. He was a mess with numerous bruises over his face. There were no cuts and no burns. Those captors were amateurs definitely no matter what they wanted. "Are you ok or you need some rest still?" I asked mom. "Huh?" Not the most intelligent answer but it's better than nothing. "I hope dad will wake up shortly," I started to explain my point of view. "We need to get out of here. I'm too short to help him to come upstairs." "Yeah..." she said. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" "I need to help dad to get upstairs," she replied. I thought she was ok but she started to sob. We're getting nowhere this way. I took her shoulders in my hands and shook her as strong as I could manage. "WHAT?" she snapped as if she was awake suddenly. "Don't let emotions overwhelm you," I commanded. "We need to get out of here. Do you understand?" "Yes. We need to get out of here," she confirmed. "You help daddy and I'll go look for the car." "You look for the car and I help daddy." I'd almost said "Good girl," but managed to keep it to myself. I ran upstairs and out of the house. There was the car under the maple tree. Someone thought it was a good idea to keep it out of direct sunlight and heat. The car was one of those American enormous SUVs. It wasn't new with some rust there and here but I wasn't about to buy it so why to bother. I checked it and the keys were missing. It had to be the real antique thing to be operable without the immobilizer in the key. This one wasn't SO old. I needed keys. I ran back into the house and down to the basement. I found the key in the pocket of the man I had shot. Back upstairs and to the car. I put the key into ignition and turned. Thank God it worked. Downside - I was so short I had to stand on the floor and lean with my back over the edge of the driver's seat to reach pedals and hold on the steering wheel. I parked at the porch so as not to drive over the stabbed man. I had the car with an open passenger door at the edge of the porch to help dad climb into the car. I ran downstairs to the basement and dad was already up. Mom was helping him toward the stairs. I was following immediately behind. Then I thought that if they fell they will crush me. They didn't. The first step was successful. When we reached the first-floor dad repeated what mom did before. We both cleaned dad after he'd puked and helped him to the backdoor and then into the car passenger's seat. There was enough space for all three of us in the front. "Do you know where to go?" I asked after I started the car. "I know," mom said, "I'll drive." We exchanged places and then she said, "I can't. It's manual. I've never driven such before." We exchanged places again. "You'll say where to turn. Ok?" I offered. She agreed with "U-huh." At the gate, there was a sign "For sale." The way was simple, no crossings and no sideways. It was a dirt road. Then we came to the asphalt road. There was another sign "For sale". We could turn left or right. "Right," mom said. I turned right. Then we came to the main road and there was a "Stop" sign. "Right again," she said. "Where are we going?" I asked. "To the camp." I wanted to ask more but then I thought that anyway I didn't know anything here. As the road was the better one there were some signs but I was unable to catch what was on them. The car was new to me. My body was new too. My main and the only worry at the moment was how to keep the car going. The road ended at a big parking lot. There were a few buses and some regular cars. There were three ambulances, and then police cruisers. And there were a couple of black minivans like in the movies. Yeah, like in the movies. There were people with firearms equipped like kind of Special Forces. I started to panic. I had no ID. I was sure other people were not affected by that hallucinogen. They will see my real self. I had no right to be here. "Stop at ambulances," mom said. I drove nearer and there were some doctors or paramedics. I didn't know what they're called in this country. My task was to hand over dad and mom to the medics. Well... and find a way to return to my country and my old self. When mom and dad were secured on the gurneys in ambulances some medics approached me. I didn't want them to talk to me. Everyone will recognize my accent and what then... Maybe I still had a chance to run away? I turned around and there were police officers starring at me. - 2 - I wasn't arrested. I wasn't interrogated even. And I wasn't poisoned. There was no hallucinogen. I was all real and I wasn't dreaming. Or will I wake up in the future...? I wished to stay as I was. If I had proof that the girl's soul wasn't suffering I would be happy to be in this body. Since I was a little boy I saw myself as a girl. Fifty years ago anyone different from others was a pervert. And not only in the one-sixth part of the world where I lived. I was stuck where I was and I didn't plan to live long. After I graduated the university I was drafted and went to Afghanistan. I saw the war as an opportunity to end my life. I didn't succeed but was rather promoted and decorated. Then my mom died and since my father lived with another woman I had to take care of my mom's parents. My grandfather died when he was one hundred four. At this time I had my security company for fifteen years already. I was taken to the hospital with mom and dad. They both had numerous injuries. Dad had numerous fractures and a left lung punctured. Mom was raped and injured. I was healthy though I had "some memory lapses" because of retrograde amnesia. They, the memory lapses, were insignificant the doctor said. I will recover faster at home than in the hospital. I was released with mom's younger brother, Harold the same day. He took me to his home in Auburn. I know it sounds weird as hair color but it's real. I saw the sign when we drove in. The time was the end of August and I had to attend school. Americans are very strict about it. It was a month before mom and dad were expected to be released from the hospital. I was assigned to the local school and my records were transferred from my old school. I was eleven and I was entering the fifth grade. My name was Cassandra M. Schwab. Uncle Harold's surname was Kleist and he was assigned my guardian for now. For our first evening, Harry (he said to call him so) was ordering the pizza. He was waiting for delivery while I took a shower. I went into the bathroom, disrobed, and stood in front of the mirror starring at myself. I was short, a little bellow four feet. My hair was light brown not long and not short, coming almost to my shoulders. I was skinny and there were still no curves. After showering I left my hair to dry naturally. While eating I asked Uncle why I was Kiesha when my name was Cassandra. "Wasn't it supposed to be Cassie?" I asked. "It was. When you started school there was already a girl Cassie and another who was called Cassandra. Hele offered Kiesha and it stuck to you." "Who's Hele?" "Uh... She's a woman that worked at your home in Boston." "Like maid?" "No, no... Help... Yeah, help. She's helping your mom at home. You know, your mom's working." Then I remembered a very important thing. I was dressed in the same clothes I was wearing before. That's because I had none. 'My' home was locked and the security system was on. Harold decided to buy essentials instead of coming to our home and taking my things. "I don't have anything to put on," I declared. "Really?" "Well, these things I have on are the only clothing I have." "Huh? I see." The silence followed. He was thinking I guessed. "We'll need to go to Wal-Mart." * * * What sounded like a wise choice earlier now seemed rather stupid. I needed everything starting with a toothbrush, ending with jeans and even something for colder weather. What I was wearing now were 8 and 10. I knew where to start. Harry was of no help. I didn't plan to buy fashionable things, just some basic things. He could get me toiletries, socks, and underwear, some things by number or title. Those I didn't have to check in the changing room. Not. He was waiting for me behind the check-out and reading some paper. An hour later I had a cart full of things at check-out. It didn't cost a fortune because that was basic things and most of them on 'Back to school' sale. That wasn't everything I needed. The next day I went to school and got a list of things. I told him I had absolutely nothing from my old home. That was another Wal-Mart cart. After we got home Harry ordered pizza again. At home, Harry had a fully equipped kitchen but he did nothing there. Even in the morning, we were eating sandwiches he bought at the grocery the first day. Then we would go for lunch at the restaurant and then ordering pizza again when at home. I offered to do something real instead of junk food. He said ok. It was the third day in Auburn and this time we went for groceries. Harry was waiting for me at check-out again. I'd noticed he was like one of those people that were here but they were not here. Like some mad scientists in the movies for kids. The only thing he did was pay. I hoped he had enough money. I took a few things I needed for defense like sharp and light peeling knives and poultry shears. There was a car that followed us. Our neighborhood wasn't downtown. There're three or four main streets and a bunch of smaller ones. I got used to its planning in two days already. And there're not many cars that go the same direction as Harry's SUV. It wasn't a big deal for me to notice the Explorer following us the third day in the row. My job was to notice things others didn't pay attention to. There were other cars too, one at each corner of the block where Harry's home was. One was marked as plumber's service. Its doors were closed. There was no work underground or at the neighbors. Another car was natural gas service. Harry's home was equipped with a propane heater and stove. If there was natural gas, which was cheaper, who would go for propane? At home, I was about to start dinner but I found all pots and pans were still in packing oil. So the first thing was to wash everything then check for oil odor and wash again if needed. When I'd finished it was late. Harry ordered pizza again. I definitely needed a pizza break. I seasoned a chicken I'd planned to bake in the oven for tomorrow's dinner. Then Harry called the hospital as he did every day and talked a little with the doc about mom and dad. A splinter from dad's broken rib was near his heart. It was resolved with another surgery to remove that splinter. Mom at first was healing well but then infection caused vaginal inflammation. That wasn't good news. * * * The next morning I was up very early. I made a batter and started baking Belgian wafers. When Harry got up his coffee was waiting for him and a pile of still hot wafers was served with strawberry jam. "I've seen those only in some movies," he stated. "They not only look good. They taste heavenly too." "Haven't your mom done this for you?" I wondered. "My mom, your granny was, heck, she still is Everett High School vice- principal," Harry said. There was a note of sadness in his voice. "She was already at school when we, your mom and I, were getting up for school." "I thought you're the only kin relative..." "No, no... There are more of them, in Seattle." "How did you and my mom end up here? What, three thousand miles away from your home," I asked. "You don't know, and I hope you'll never get to know, what it's to live with mom VP." Harry sighed and then added. "Every kid when in VP office they stand at attention. Then they are released. We were not released. Never. We still are like middle Schoolers in the school office when at mom's home." "I'm sorry, I didn't know about granny," I wanted to console him but I didn't know how and if it was ok to do something. "Will you feed me the same way in the future, I'll need to change my wardrobe. Bye-bye to skinny Harold..." he chuckled. "Maybe we'll find some gym for you here," I offered. "Gym? For me? I'm one lazy dog. Maybe in the future. Maybe." Harry stood up from the table and kissed me on the forehead. "Why thank you Kiesha. It was a wonderful breakfast. What are your plans for today?" I turned the kitchen radio on and tapped the panel to increase the volume a little. "May I ask you something?" He nodded his head yes. "What do you know what happened to me and my parents?" "Don't you think it's too loud?" I shook my head no. "Back to my question. What happened?" He was thinking and hesitating a minute or a little more. "It's hard to talk to you when you are a minor. But you were there and you have seen more than I," Harry started. "Special agents that investigate this case said someone had killed the bad guys and then you escaped." "Special agents? Not police? Why?" "If you don't remember you're from Boston." "Oh... It's probably still covered by my memory lapse," I said. "Didn't they say why we were kidnapped?" "They mentioned about your dad working in the DEA lab and no details." "Have they provided protection for my parents and us?" "They have police officers in the hospital watching the rooms with your dad and mom," he replied. "Why protection for us? We don't need it I guess." "Then we have a problem." "What do you mean?" Harry asked. "There was a car Ford Explorer dark green following us all three days here in Auburn." "You never could know. Wasn't it a coincidence?" "Well, our neighborhood isn't kind of a big city. We were driving from home straight to Wal-Mart and then back and another day to school and back home. Explorer was following us and waiting for us in the parking. And then there are service cars that don't belong here." "What cars?" "At the corners of the block. Plumbers and Natural Gas service." "Nonsense," Harry said, "there is no natural gas here." He walked down to the entrance door and was about to open in. "STOP!" I raised my voice at him. "What?" he turned to me and I saw he was annoyed. "Do you think those are some lost servicemen?" "So what will we do?" "Have those special agents given their phone numbers to you?" I inquired. "One of them has given me a card," he said. "Then call him and tell him what I've told you." "Her." "Huh?" "Special agent Rose Dossett is she," Harry explained. "Whatever," I sighed. Work with civilians is never light. "Call her." He entered her number into his phone and then waited and disconnected. "What?" "I was redirected to the voice mail," he explained. "How many machine guns do you have at home? How will you defend yourself? And me?" "Huh?" "Call again and say what you have to say into voice mail. Then call again and repeat what you've already said. Then again and again and again. A special agent isn't a waitress you ask for a date. It's an EMERGENCY call. Do you get it?" "Yes, mother. Oh sorry. It just slipped. You know, there is a saying that kids inherit..." "CALL HER! We'll talk later." He punched the number again and was in the middle of what he had to say when the phone was answered. Then he said, "I'll give you my niece. She's a boss here," and he handed me his phone. "Cassandra Schwab. Good morning, ma'am," I said into the phone while looking at Harry. "Mr. Kleist, your uncle, said there are two cars that don't belong here." "Yes. There is a Plumber service car. I don't know the model of the minivan. It's already the third day at the corner of the block. I didn't notice any movement. Another car is Natural gas service and is parked... Shit! Hold on!" Harry got to the living room window and was about to move a day curtain for a better view. I grabbed his shirt's sleeve and yanked it down. "What?" he turned to me with the same annoyed expression on his face. "You don't need to show yourself to look at those cars. They are pretty good visible." "May I turn that blaring radio off?" "NO!" I indicated with my finger to sit down at the kitchen table. He reluctantly dragged himself to the table and slumped into the chair. "Sorry. Civilians," I said into the phone. "So another car is parked at the Northern corner of the block. Again I can't say the model of the minivan but it is the same model as the car at the Southern corner. Both cars are background white." "You talk like professional," the agent said. "Too many books and movies, I guess," I replied. "My partner had informed local police already. They said they will check it. Make my number speed dial and call me at any emergency. Deal?" "Sure. Bye." I said and handed the phone back to Harry. I could hear police sirens blaring in the distance. Both minivans set off at the same moment before the police arrived. When police cars came here and then officers entered our home with the guns raised there were no minivans in the neighborhood. They went but they left the patrol car with two officers in it. I went to the patrol car and we agreed that they will knock like "Took-took- tak-tak-tak". We will know there are the officers and not somebody else. I couldn't talk with them at home while radio was turned off and its blaring wasn't disguising our voices. For now, the war game was over and I cooked chicken in the oven together with young potatoes and sliced onion bulbs. We ate and Harry had praised me again. Then I divided the rest of the chicken into two parts and served with potatoes. That together with two bottles of coca Harry brought to the patrol car. Some twenty minutes later there was a rap at the door, two long and three short. That's when one officer brought empty plates back. I washed plates and cleaned the kitchen. It was still day and I used the time to explore the house and backyard and prepare for unexpected. I divided the peel knives into bunches of six. I'd got a two dozen pack previous day with a twenty-five percent gratis. I had thirty of them. They were cheap Chinese things with a plastic handle and narrow tipped blade. They were factory sharpened. I practiced throwing them when Harry wasn't watching. I didn't want him involved too much. My skills were intact but my all strength was gone. Good, the knives were light and sharp. Bunches of knives I placed around the house and in the backyard in strategic places. I had boys' jeans and a loose tee on. The tee was covering my back pocket where the poultry shears were. Their handle is a loop like a knuckleduster. It would protect my knuckles when punching. A sharp steel claw was an improvement too. Behind the backyard some thirty or so feet away there was a stream three to five feet wide. Its banks were muddy so no way someone will try to jump it over. I followed the stream and it was covered with some bush and there I found kind of a path and a footbridge over the stream. On the other side some fifty feet away were someone's backyards. The path went between two backyards to the street. There Natural Gas Service minivan was parked. Car's backdoor was facing the path. I went back home. Harry was watching TV. "Uncle, I need your phone please," I asked him. His smartphone was on the coffee table in front of him. "Who will you call, if it's not a secret," he asked. "Not a secret at all. Rose," I said. "That from FBI? Why?" "That one. There're still some unanswered questions." "Her number is in recent calls list," Harry said tapping his finger over the phone. "Here it is," he handed his phone to me. "I'm going for a walk down the street." He just shrugged. - 3 - I went outside, passed the patrol cruiser, and went down the street. "Special agent Rose Dossett," the phone in my hand answered. "Cassandra Schwab Kiesha here. Good afternoon, ma'am." "At last, I got to know who that Kiesha is," Rose chuckled. "Back to the business. Have you something to tell me?" I asked. "I guess it's not a case," Rose started, "when I have something to tell you." "I've expected such an answer," I said. "Then I have something to tell if you would be so kind as to listen to me." "Go ahead!" "I'm sure, that there is a leak in the police, in your agency, or both." I started. "You said your partner had already informed the local police about minivans near our home. They retreated before police sirens were heard. It seemed as if they were informed." Rose said nothing. "Talk to me woman!" I ordered. "Language, young lady..." she started to scold me. "Well, you are still alive and talking," I replied. "How many kills is there on your special agent account?" "FBI isn't about killing..." "Let me assume there is none. You don't like killing that is why. I don't like it too. But you leave me no other choice. You know what, anything is better than being bloody bait, it's why. Staying here in full ignorance about the situation just because of shitty rules." "Language..." "OR WHAT! Will you spank me? Or will you ground me?" Then I added in a calm voice already, "Have you seen 'Home alone'?" "Yeah..." "Do you know why that little guy won the confrontation?" "It's just a comedy..." "Well, he got ready and when he was ready he decoyed and ambushed bad guys. Got it? I'll do the same. I guess I'm ready. I'll announce in the middle of my kitchen loud and clear that tomorrow early in the morning we will leave to Seattle. If I'm wrong, what will happen... nothing. Two or up to four thugs will mean I'm right. More of them will mean you're the leak." "Wait, wait... What if my phone is monitored?" "Are you saying you are giving a potentially burnt phone number to the valuable informant? Don't FBI agents know about pre-paid phones?" "How do you know..." "Is-this-phone-number-safe?" "Yes, it is." "Is your partner here with you?" "Why, hello, Kiesha. Special agent Brian Malone's here." I liked this voice. It wasn't cheering or patronizing like Rose's. "Hello, Brian," I answered. "This doesn't change much just adds 'or' and 'or both' to my last statement." "I understand your worries," Brian said. "But we don't know much about the case and even less we can reveal to others even involved in it." "So I'll tell you what I think and you'll say where you disagree. Are you both listening to me?" "Intently." "My dad in DEA lab did something that drugs' bosses want him at their side. They want him to work to them or reveal some long term secret. Otherwise, he would be killed as well as my mom and me as witnesses. They abducted us instead. Not they but some agency they hired. Agents 'interviewed' my dad while mom was raped in front of him. I'm not sure it happened this way. I can only guess. Then there was a time for the last strike and they were about to rape me in the interrogation room." "When my parents were placed in the hospital and I was released with my uncle plan B was started. They planned to prepare better than they had done it initially. Then they will abduct me and Harry, or just me and kill Harry. Then they will use me to get to my father." There was a long pause. "Hello?" I asked into the phone. "We are here," Brian replied. "Generally you are right. We have some suspicions I can't reveal but you see the picture right." "What about my plan? It's not just a threat," I asked. "I agree..." "Brian, what are you saying? It's impossible. We..." Rose complained. "Shut up! I'm in charge and this is an order." Brian retorted. "Kiesha is right. She is still under surveillance. There is no clue when the attack will take place. They may wait a day or two. Then after two sleepless nights, they'll take her unconscious quietly without a single shot." "So?" I inquired. "Do as you've said," Brian said. "Say aloud that you are leaving for Seattle tomorrow morning. Say, you'll leave together with FBI special agents. Ok?" "Deal," I replied, "and FYI the backdoor isn't safe." I disconnected and went back home passing the patrol cruiser on my way. I waved to the officers in the car and entered the house. There were some things I didn't like that I heard from Brian. But it could be because I wasn't the native English speaker. Hopefully, I misunderstood what he'd said. If even so, it added some more suspicions and worries. "Oh, you are back," Harry stated as he turned to face me and muted the TV he was watching. "Have they said something about your parents?" "Nothing, actually," I replied. "They said they'll take me tomorrow morning to Seattle." "Don't I have to go with you as your legal guardian?" "I dunno. They didn't say about you. Just about me being a key witness," I improvised. "Go upstairs to your room and pack your clothes. It's not good to pack in the morning. You might forget something essential," he said and turned TV's sound back on. It was better to pack and keep the illusion that I was going to leave in the morning. Most of my things were still in respective Wal-Mart bags. The packing job took me less than thirty minutes. Afterward, I went downstairs and started dinner. I'd planned veggies stew with roasted meat. * * * Later the scenario of the previous day was repeated. We ate dinner, I cleaned the kitchen and Harry had called the hospital. This time mom was there and they could speak directly to each other without a doc in between. Mom said special agents had informed her that they will take me tomorrow to Seattle. Alone without Harry. She signed all the needed papers. I was relieved that the agents played along. I went upstairs to my room for the night. Harry stayed to watch some TV. As I turned to him from the stairs to say "Goodnight" his face was in such pain that I thought about cardiac arrest. "What's on?" I ran to him. "I got used to you here," he said. "You seemed such a brat before. I see you as a wonderful person now. This witness protection thing means I'll never see you again. It hurts." I hugged him. He cried a little. I cried too. I didn't know why. It wasn't in my plans to go all emotional. It happened and I was angry at myself. I couldn't afford tears when on the mission. * * * It was late and it was time for kids to be in their beds. I was in my room and I was in my bed listening intently for the sounds in the house. After we both, that's Harry and me, were calmed after some emotional outburst, Harry was about to watch TV a little. There were sounds from his TV. They were not loud but as I was trying to listen I could hear the TV was still on. Then the sound was lowered and a few moments later I heard the entrance door open and then a thud. Someone was carefully getting upstairs and opened the door to my room. The blanket was torn to the side... "Shit," that someone cursed under his nose. It was a police officer. He quickly checked my bathroom, then Harry's bathroom, and at last Harry's room. Nothing. Another person came upstairs. It was a man in his thirties wearing a combat uniform. "Kleist?" officer asked. "Secured," was the reply. "Brat?" Officer shrugged. He pointed to my room and went back to Harry's room. They were about for thorough inspection in the rooms and closets and bathrooms. The lights were off but there were LED indicators on light switches in the hall and the rooms. One could see where to turn the light on. After some time in the darkness, my eyes were adjusted to the low light. Those LEDs were giving enough light for me to see around. I prowled down the stair setting two consequent wire traps on my way. The TV was still on giving enough light to see the entrance door and the living room. Partially the kitchen and hallway to the guestroom were lit enough as well. Harry was on the floor. There was no blood. Good. He was gagged and his hands were tied behind his back. The kitchen was empty as the guestroom and bathroom too. Time for some play. Besides I needed to know where the second officer was. I looked through the living room window. Patrol cruiser was there as it was before. The officer was sitting in the shotgun seat and seemed like he was dozing. I opened the entrance door and then closed it with a slam. The officer in the car didn't move. I heard my guests stomping on the second floor and then the noise of bodies falling down the stairs and cursing. The man in combat uniform was the first to stand up and he was the first to sprawl on the floor. Someone needs more than one lesson to learn. Another session of cursing followed and the police officer repeated the same action. I had enough time and space around to zip-tie their wrists. Ankles, elbows, and knees followed and then duct-tape to silence them. I didn't like to kill as someone could suggest. Those two were moaning. I was waiting. The backdoor cracked open and then it opened wide and a man with a gun in his hands entered silently. He looked around. He noticed those two on the ground but didn't pay much attention to them. He motioned to someone with his head and the woman entered with a gun too. They moved silently around and when the man noticed Harry on the floor he motioned to the woman. She knelt behind Harry and checked his pulse and tried to crack his eyes open. "I'll call the ambulance," she said silently. "Wait, I'll check the second floor." He went upstairs on his way chuckling at wire traps. Two minutes later he said aloud, "It's safe here, call the ambulance." Then he was on the first floor again putting his gun away. "Special agent Brian Malone's here," the man said. "You did a great job Kiesha." I came from the kitchen and finger waved to him, "Hello!" "The second officer is in the car and I guess he's dead," I offered. "I noticed," Brian replied. "Nice to meet you in person at last," the woman said. * * * They had called an ambulance and police. We were in the living room. We had Harry on the couch with a wet cloth over his head. The police broke through the entrance door and backdoor at the same time. Three of them at every door. They had guns in their hands. As they saw Brian's and Rose's badges they lowered barrels of their guns down. Except one. I looked at him and our gazes met and I dove behind the fridge. I won. I was alive and he was arrested. I didn't know how the system worked in this country. I guessed federals were superiors over the police. If so, were the Police involved here? Now that police leak was confirmed I was in danger as well as Harry. My parents were in danger too because they were guarded by police officers in the hospital. Brian got it when I was in the middle of the sentence telling them my suspicion. Rose didn't get it. I don't say women are worse agents than men. She needed more practice or more training or maybe she wasn't suited for this job. We got in their SUV. That's both agents, Harry with me. "Don't call the agency," I suggested. "Sure," Brian confirmed. "But we need support," Rose complained. "Rose, don't..." Brian sighed heavily. There was a hospital in the town where Harry lived. We needed to get to the hospital with my parents. That was another town. I remembered it took more than an hour for Harry to get from the hospital to his home. I planned to take a nap. This young body wasn't suited for a long stay awake. Brian called the hospital. He asked their security to double with police officers at rooms with dad and mom. I was dozed off when I heard Brian saying, "We have a company". "What kind?" I asked "One car. We are a quarter away. Rose, it's a good time to call the agency for support." "We'll need ambulance parking clean," I offered. "Calling them." With all services in one place and without a time left for conspiracy it ended almost smoothly. There were no victims, two muffled shots and an ambulance's windshield shattered. It was already a day when we were let into the hospital. * * * It was a kind of family reunion. I was in the same room as dad and mom. They two looked at me like at alien. Who could blame them right? Mom was in that kind of hospital gown that exposes a lot of skin. Over it, she was wearing a robe that made her look almost decent. Dad was in a wheelchair. He was dressed similarly to mom and he was covered with a plead over his lap. Most probably I'd made a great mistake meeting with them. I didn't know how this family expressed its affection for the reunion. I simply hugged mom and then dad. Harry was much more emotional. He hugged mom and they stayed hugged for a while and first Harry and then mom cried a little. An eleven years old girl was expected to be much more emotional. What could I do? I wasn't in drama and I didn't know how to act. It would be false and unnatural. Mom and dad had some questions but they were hesitant to ask me or ask Harry in my presence. I got the message. "I'll be right back," I said and exited the room. There were two guards at the door. "Go back," one of them ordered. "I need to see special agent Brian Malone," I replied. "It's urgent." One of them turned away from me and said something into his walky- talky. "He'll be right here." I didn't wait long. "Go to your family and we'll talk there," Brian offered. "I don't think it's good. The less they know the better they sleep." "The only thing that bothers me is that you are eleven. My niece is twelve and she still plays with her dolls." "I'll be like her. Only after my family is safe." "Sooo..." he started, "Is there something you want to tell me? Or you want to be alone for a while?" Brian asked. "I have some considerations. Is there something new you can tell me?" "Not a lot," he hesitated for a while. "We want to put your family into witness protection..." "With or without Harry Kleist?" "Without, why?" "He was exposed." I offered. "So?" "Put yourself into the gang. Wouldn't you to eliminate him just to be sure there're no loose ends?" "How old are you, Kiesha?" I said nothing. "What else?" Brian asked. "I didn't expect the details of your investigation. I wouldn't give them away were I in your place. I want you to give some consideration of what I'll say to you. There is some gang that isn't local and not another town not local. For easier action, they hire local thugs and local small gangs. I would expect real gangs to be more professional. What I'd confronted until now were amateurs. They are persistent so the gang is powerful, that's the money isn't a problem. They don't want to expose themselves because it would be a lead for you. With all racial diversity around the difference can't be racial. If you haven't still done it, try to look for a new Russian gang in the Quebec- Montreal area." "Well... Ok... I'll see what I can do about Uncle Harry," he replied and turned around to leave. "I haven't finished yet," I said. "What else?" "I was bothered by the fact that the police officer who was the last to enter the scene was about to kill me. If I was a valuable thing to get to my father, it's stupid." "Now that you say it, I have to agree with you. It's stupid," Brian agreed with me. "Or our family was attacked by mistake," I offered. "It may be possible." "The possible reason could be someone misspelled our family name Schwab," I started. "The first three characters are S-C-H like in the word school. Instead of sounding like SK, they sound like SH." "I don't get it..." "According to this rule if you're looking for someone called kind of SKVAB wouldn't you look for Schwab instead of Squab?" "Shit!" Brian whispered. "Oh, shit! Thanks, Kiesha! I have to run." I got back into the room with my family. They all were looking at me as I entered. "I guess you will not be left alone here," I turned to Harry and I hugged him. It was strange that I was more emotional around this man than with my parents. Maybe it was because he was so dependent on me. But they all were. "Would it be courteous to ask for a doll for me?" I asked. "Otherwise I'll forget who I am." - 4 - The angels were washing my face. They paused and reappeared again with a fresh wet cloth. Then I could raise my head and crack my eyes open. Kiesha was on her knees in front of me offering me a wet washcloth. "Kiesha..." I was relieved she was here with me and we were alive. I reached to hug her but instead... "Who else?" Kiesha asked with some irony in her voice. "And you are my mommy then?" She was like... like she was somebody else. A stranger. Steel determination on her face. There was kind of sparkle, like a tiny moment of old Kiesha but it was suppressed. "I'm going downstairs to help daddy," she said pointing her index finger down and motioning me to go with her. I managed to get up and Kiesha helped me to keep my balance. She handed me a wet washcloth and disappeared into another room. She returned with the second wet washcloth in her hand. We managed to get to the first floor. I could go only with her help, so I wouldn't fall. We turned to the right and there was that bitch that was holding me when I was raped. She was lying on the floor in the puddle of blood. Her throat was slit. Her empty eyes were starring up. I felt like I was kicked in my guts. I fell on my knees and threw up. Kiesha helped me up and then pushed me to the sink where I could clean myself. Trying not to look at the dead body I got to the stairs to the basement. In the room where Freddy my husband was interrogated there was another man in the puddle of blood. Freddy was beaten to a bloody pulp. Kiesha helped me to sit down on the chair. She used a wet cloth to clean Freddy's face. Then she ran to the bathroom and returned with the clean washcloth. She proceeded with cleaning Freddy's face, hands, and chest. I was sitting and watching her. She asked me something. "Huh?" "I hope dad will wake up shortly," she said. "We need to get out of here. I'm too short to help him to come upstairs." "Yeah..." "Do you understand what I'm saying?" she inquired. "I need to help dad get upstairs," I sighed. Freddy was still unconscious. I'll never be able to bring him upstairs and we'll die here. Suddenly someone shook my shoulders furiously. "WHAT?" It made all cobwebs go away from my head. Oh, it was Kiesha. "Don't let emotions overwhelm you," she commanded. "We need to get out of here. Do you understand?" "Yes. We need to get out of here," I agreed with her. "You help daddy and I'll go looking for the car." "You look for the car and I help daddy," I confirmed. She was gone and I washed Freddy's face and chest with a fresh wet cloth. He cracked his eyes open. "Oh, Polly... Kiesha..." he started. "Don't worry. She's upstairs." Now that I was taking care of Freddy it helped me to focus on the task we all needed to complete - to get out of there. I helped Freddy to stand up successfully. He was still unsteady but standing. Kiesha ran into the room and dropped on her knees at the dead man. She looked through his pockets and took keys from there. "Oh, you're up. Keep going," she encouraged us and disappeared in the doorway. A moment later I heard the car. Then it stopped. Kiesha was back again and she was helping us to climb upstairs. When we reached the first-floor Freddy saw that bitch with her throat slit in the puddle of her blood. He threw up. Kiesha and I cleaned him and helped him to the backdoor. There was a car with a passenger's door open adherent to the porch. How did Kiesha manage to park the car this way? Freddy didn't need to get down on the ground and then back up into the car. It was arranged like in the train station. There was enough space for all three of us in the front. I let Freddy into the middle seat. I'd noticed the man that had raped me lying face down on the ground. He was unmistakably dead with blood all over his shirt. "Do you know where to go?" Kiesha asked as she started the car. "I know. I'll drive." I said. I worked in a real estate company. Its Maine division had this property on sale. I'd been here once before. We exchanged places and then I noticed the car had a manual transmission. "I can't," I said. "It's manual. I've never driven such before." We exchanged places again. "You'll tell me where to turn. Ok?" Kiesha asked. "Sure thing I will," I agreed. "Right," I directed her when we came to the paved road. I couldn't understand how Kiesha managed to drive. We never taught her. And she was never in those boyish things like cars or any other machinery. Add to this manual transmission and she was too short to drive. She was standing her butt pressed into the seat's edge and legs trying to reach the pedals. We came to the main road and I directed her, "Right again." "Where are we going?" she asked. "To the camp." As the road was better now Kiesha didn't speed up. She had a worried look. The road ended at the camp parking. There were ambulances and police cruisers. "Stop at ambulances," I asked her. Freddy and I were immediately secured on the gurneys and put in ambulances. The last thing I saw was some police officers approaching Kiesha. * * * The next time I met Kiesha again was in the hospital. Freddy and I were placed in the same room separated by a hospital curtain. I couldn't see him but I was aware of what had happened to him. He was taken to X-ray first and then immediately to surgery. I was questioned by one of the doctors and then was taken to X-ray. Then there was an OB/GYN doc who questioned me some more and after I broke into hysterics I was sedated. Later, though I wasn't sure how much later, there was a female police officer in my room and she gave me some papers to sign. My younger brother Harold was assigned Kiesha's official guardian. They both didn't get along but there was no other way at the moment. I hoped Harry was mature enough to take care of my girl. I didn't see Kiesha again after. Harry had taken her to his place. I was taken to MRI-scan when Harry and Kiesha left. Freddy meantime was in surgery. I asked the nurse and doc about Kiesha. They had no info. Doc said he'll ask authorities about her. * * * The next day wasn't much better. Doctors found that Freddy's rib was broken in several pieces. One splinter was dangerously near his heart. That meant another surgery ASAP. I thought I was good but at noon I felt dizzy and cold and then hot and then I passed out. After I'd been raped that bitch had stuck some broomstick in me what made me scream in pain. The man who'd raped me tore that stick away and then raped me again. He offered to dispose of me because I was as good as a used condom. Another man said he'd need me later. In the hospital, I was washed outside and inside. But there were wounds deep inside and some mud. I was sedated after I was washed. The sedative worked. The muscles that were subtracted before now were relieved. Some cavities with the mud opened as well some inner wounds opened too. The doctor said it was sepsis. Not the worst case but anyway I'd passed out for didn't know how long. I was attached to IV and had a tube in my throat when I'd woken up. There were suction cups with wires on my chest. I couldn't talk nor could I drink with that tube in my throat. Thank God, it was removed. I was feeling much better, good enough to walk. The first thing I asked was about Kiesha. Doc didn't know much, only that she was with Harry and that Harry was calling every day. The next thing I'd asked was about Freddy and doc said he was much better too. He said I could visit with him after a while. After the IV and wires were disconnected I was given a robe and slippers and I was allowed to stand up. First I wasn't sure about it but apparently, it wasn't so hard. Then there was a nurse with a wheelchair and she was about to give me a ride. * * * Freddy's room was on the same floor but another wing. My room and his room were guarded. There were police officers at the door. We didn't need to use an elevator. Freddy looked bad. He looked worse than I'd expected. His face was still bruised. His right eye was under a bandage. His chest was bandaged and there was a tube connected to the side of his chest. The bed's head was raised and Freddy was reclining. He smiled as he saw me entering his room. "Hey..." "Hey. I'm glad you can walk. Not like me..." he said motioning his right hand over his body to show his immobility. "I was the same not so long ago," I replied. "D'you know where Kiesha is?" "With Harry at his place." "I'm worried about her," Freddy whispered. "I saw as she shot that thug in the basement. Three shots directly at the back of his head. Then she said something as if she didn't know me. I don't remember much as we escaped." "Yeah... I've noticed it. Determination, resignation... Don't know how to name it. She saved us. But... Doc said she did exhibit retrograde amnesia. It's well expressed but not threatening." I was about to say that I wasn't sure we had the same Kiesha as before. But I couldn't. There was a lump in my throat that didn't allow me to speak. I cried. Freddy cried too. A while later we calmed down. Good that we calmed. We had guests. "Hello. I'm special agent Rose Dossett and this is my partner special agent Brian Malone. We are assigned to your case," the female agent said. "I didn't know there is such thing as our case," Freddy started. "Kidnapping is always the case," agent Dossett interrupted him. "If there is a case, then why were none of us interrogated?" Freddy inquired. "First. You were not in the state to be questioned. Second. Ms. Schwab, you know that the property where you were kept belongs to a company where you're employed?" Agent Malone asked. "Yes, I know," I replied. "I've been there once before so I knew what direction to go from there." "Did you know there're surveillance webcams installed all over the property?" "No, I didn't. We had such a discussion a few months ago but the question was left open. I hadn't noticed any there nor that was I looking for them then." "Your company's security department had installed micro cams with motion detectors. Cameras transfer data by the web to the security server in Boston's office. This is the second reason we didn't question you," agent Malone stated. "We have seen everything that happened there." "We still don't know why you were abducted," the female agent said. "We don't know either," Freddy replied. "There was no single question I could answer one way or another except that 'I don't know what are you talking about'. But they didn't ask too much. I think they enjoyed tormenting us. Just so..." "As we don't know what's going on we need to move your daughter to another place. She's qualified as a key witness and she needs special protection. We need your signatures to move on," agent Malone said. He gave us a bunch of sheets to sign. * * * We signed all the papers special agents had given us. As Kiesha now was said a key witness we didn't know when we'd see our girl again. In less than a week our lives were turned upside down. I still remembered getting Kiesha ready for summer, Camp Somerset in Maine. She wanted to take Edwin with her and I chided she's already big and other girls will tease her. She relented. She's such a kid then. Edwin's her stuffed hare. Yes, he's the hare, not some rabbit. She was nervous to stay away from the family. The last weekend at the camp was a family weekend. Freddy and I had a room assigned in the main building. We were about to spend the last two days of the camp together before leaving on Sunday. We were not far from the camp hiking the trail around the North Pond. We were abducted by those three thugs there. I remembered Kiesha crying, and as that bitch slapped her and put duct tape over her mouth. It was the last time I'd seen my girl. The next time it was that steel cold and determined Kiesha who saved Freddy and me. * * * After special agents left the day proceeded as usual. I was washed inside and then I took a shower. An IV was attached to me for some more antibiotics. Then I visited with Freddy and we had our meal together. Before bed, I have been washed again with a special solution. My vitals were taken and later doc announced it was good to go home tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Freddy too could go home. He needed a wheelchair but anything was better than staying in the hospital. The night was restless. Maybe it was because I went to bed without sedatives. I was turning in my bed. I had a bad feeling something would happen. Thank God I was wrong. At least I thought I was. After the early morning shower and another washing, I went to Freddy's room. He was already up. As we were waiting for breakfast Kiesha and Harry were let in. Kiesha didn't change much from the last time I'd seen her. Yes, she hugged Freddy and me but it seemed like she didn't know what else to do. Harry instead was overly emotional. He managed to say they were attacked tonight and Kiesha saved him and disarmed the thugs. Later another thug tried to kill her but everything ended well. On their way to the hospital, their car was attacked again. Only near the hospital, the incident was resolved. After Harry had finished his story Kiesha excused herself and left the room. Maybe ten minutes later she came back. She hugged Harry and said, "I guess you will not be left alone here." Then she turned to me and smiled sheepishly. "Would it be courteous to ask for a doll for me?" she asked. "Otherwise I'll forget who I am." - 5 - Mom left the room. Outside there was a guard and the hospital staff. What I had inquired didn't make a sense. I thought I'd sent her in vain. But she was back in some ten minutes. The door was cracked open and I saw mom taking some stuffed animal from the nurse. I guessed I'd heard the name Edwin what probably was the animal's name. She came back with the enormous hare in her hands. "Edwin?" I asked as the animal was put in my arms. "Oh, you remember," she whispered and tears glistened in her eyes. I felt so bad at once for my cheat. This mom so much reminded of my mom from my male life when she was younger and I was still a kid. I didn't remember her much when I was an adult. First I went to Uni which was another city. Later I was in the army and it was more than a regular two years. When I got home, at last, my mom was killed in a car accident two days after my arrival. So I did remember her mostly as she was young, as young as a mom here. Now I had Edwin the hare here and I could hug him. I hugged him and poured my grief to him. I wanted rather jump the rope or play hopscotch but I had to kill. Instead of enjoying myself with my new mom and dad, I had to lead them over corpses. Now there was a tingle in my guts. It was the same as it was years ago when my mom got killed. Then it ended. All my pain and grief accumulated in years poured out. I couldn't fight anymore the same as before. In this new and weak body, I didn't have the strength to remain calm and to brace myself up. Mom was here at my side trying to console me. I did remember being in her arms when I cried to sleep. * * * I was surrounded by the darkness drifting in obscurity. It was so good to have no worries and no duties. It was too good to be true. There were sounds. And sounds switched all my senses on. At least I was all ears now. "I want her back, please..." was mom's voice. Silence followed. Then there was a sound of something swishing against something. Like clothes maybe. I wasn't sure. I could open my eyes to see, but I couldn't. I was afraid I was the old Kiesha and not the girl Kiesha. Why else did mom want me back then? "She needs time to cope with what has happened," that was dad. "Doc says it's good to help her rebuild memories." "Yeah... I'm not sure she'll be the same as before..." "Polly... POLLY, look at me. We will NEVER be the same," dad demanded. "What she did not every man could do. I sure couldn't. But she did and she saved us - you, me and herself, our girl." Mom was sobbing. I pretended I wasn't here. I drifted away, maybe to sleep. * * * I could sense it was light when I woke up. I opened my eyes and mom was here on a chair at my side. I stretched and smiled at her. Mom smiled back. "How are you?" she asked softly. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "What for, baby?" "For not being a baby." "That wasn't you. That was the guardian angel in you." It was too good to be true. "I don't remember myself from before," I tried to explain. "We'll move from where we are now," mom offered. "What if I fail?" "You will not," mom assured me. "You, daddy, Uncle Harry and I, all four of us are leaving behind who we were before. We'll go by new names now. You'll be Mackenzie Louisa and we'll call you Kiesha sometimes. Our family name will be Lang. Uncle Harry will become Geri Clayton." "What will happen to the rest of the family? Grandmother and others..." "They're told we were killed in a terrible car accident." "Oh..." "Besides the new names we are given, there is the new family history to learn. You have a better start because you have nothing to forget." * * * I didn't know where we were about to go. Both special agents Rose Dossett and Brian Malone didn't say anything either. I didn't see special agents much. There were security guards at our rooms in the hospital and no special agents. They both came when it was time to leave. They escorted us to the jet port and saw us boarding the charter flight. "Most probably I'll never see you again," Brian said. "But I'll always remember you. Your insight helped us to save another family." I liked this man. I was happy we were leaving. I wished our family would never have business with the FBI in the future, but... Brian Malone's real professional and it was a pleasure to work with him. I had to forget him for my good. As mom had said we had to forget everything that was before. I had much more to forget than my parents, all sixty-two years of my previous life. * * * We landed in another airport three hours later and were greeted as Lang family and Mr. Geri Clayton. * * * Our flight was chartered. There were no announcements on the plane and no tickets. Eventually, I didn't know where we landed. Local FBI agents drove us to our new home. By the signs on the highway, I got to know we were in Iowa. I never was a great US fan and I didn't know where this state was. I didn't remember there was a sign of the city. Mom said it was Evansdale and dad added it's a suburb of Waterloo. Collins Avenue was the street where our new home was. The house was enormous big. The backyard was like forty ares, what's almost one acre. The house was for our family and Harry, sorry Geri. There were bedrooms for even more kids and guests. I'd wondered that the government had spent so much money on us. Mom said the government only helped to change our identities. We weren't witnesses and there was no witness protection program for us. We got here on Friday and we had all weekend to get ready me for school and adults for their new jobs. Dad was offered a position at the environment lab in Waterloo. Uncle Geri was working from home as he did before. He was a programmer for smartphones. Mom planned to find something at one of the local real estate companies. There were some urgent tasks to complete. Shopping was one of them. I was sure Wal-Mart will do it again but it wasn't in mom's head. Dad and Geri were left to buy what they needed and wanted. Mom took me to the mall. I was never the shopping fan. Even though I was a girl trapped in a man's body, shopping for me was rather a duty than fun. When I was a kid and up to almost forty years old there was no such shopping like it was later. You had to find or wait to appear of what you needed or wanted and THEN stand in line for it. Standing in line was like a kind of sacrifice. It was sometimes for several hours or even overnight. So NO, I wasn't a shopping fan. But I liked it this time. I was with mom. It was our time. Truth to be said, not every her choice I'd approved, but I was a kid. I didn't know what was trendy. Our shopping trip took the whole day. We both were exhausted when we got home. Dad and uncle were already here watching TV and drinking beer. Mom ordered pizzas and sleep claimed me when I was still in the kitchen. * * * I had a dream. Rather it was few dreams, one followed by another. I saw as mom was raped by the man I'd killed the first. Another man was holding mom's hands and the woman was holding dad's head forcing him to watch the rape. Next, I saw myself, that the girl Kiesha, dead. I knew she was dead, not unconscious but breathless. Then I got inside and saw what I had seen after I woke up. I was broad awake. I didn't know I screamed or not. It was still dark. It was completely quiet. I was in my new bed in my new room at my new home. On the inside, I felt peace. On the outside, I felt it was so very wrong to be in the place of Kiesha girl. Until yesterday I was sure I'll come back to my old self and this body will be returned to the girl one way or another. I knew now for sure it will never happen. Kiesha was dead. * * * It was Saturday and we, that are mom and I, had some shopping to do. This time it was for school. I did remember what was needed from the last time I was shopping with Harry, sorry Geri. Yesterday both mom and I were happy and cheerful. Today I was kind of depressed. Mom too wasn't so bubbly as she was a day before. We both were in the kitchen. Dad and Geri had left already for some manly business. "I'm not Kiesha, mom," I whispered with a sigh. "Kiesha is dead. I've seen a dream tonight. She'll never come back. I can't pretend to be her. I'm Kiesha but I'm not your kid." "I know," she replied. We remained for some time in silence. Then she sat at my side and hugged me. "I saw a dream too," she whispered in my ear. "I saw what Kiesha prayed for the last seconds of her life. Do you know your guardian angel has a name you're called by your mom? How could you know? You are only eleven. You are my little girl and you'll always be. Forget you were sixty-two. Forget you were a man. You are Kiesha and I am your mom."