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Monday, June 4, 2007
We all had breakfast together, in front of the TV to catch up with the latest breaking news. "Breaking" being the operative word, because things were being broken all around the world: store windows, marchers' heads, church attendance records, and every hope I had for people being sensible.
The parents had already informed their workplaces that their going to work was going to be problematic for a while. Vanessa and Mom could do MAF's work from home. Vanessa had employed very good staff for MAF who were easily capable of taking up the slack, especially with Vanessa being available on the phone and by email. OSU's lectures had finished, so Prof's work would've mainly involved students panicking over something or other. He got a secretary to put a note on his office door telling people to email him.
Dad was the only 'real' worker, and such was the chaos that it wouldn't have been a good idea for the father of the resurrected boy to go out in public. He called his work to talk to his boss about it, but that guy transferred the call upstairs because he knew the owner would enjoy talking to Dad. After Dad explained why he'd called, the big boss said, "We have bereavement leave, but I'm not sure what the company policy is on resurrections. You'd better stay at home with your son until I work it out. Is he REALLY your son?"
"He sure is. There's no one like Mark, and no way anyone could pretend to be him. It's an amazing situation."
Mom had been on the phone to the Department of Education people even before breakfast, pestering them on my behalf. They'd made the mistake of giving her their cellphone numbers after one of my school's earlier contretemps with us, making it easy for Mom to get on their case first thing. They quickly already agreed that the rest of us who went to school could have "dead week" at home rather than at school. Kids are still meant to go to classes for the last week before exams so the teachers can review the year's work with everyone, but the Board didn't want 100,000 people frantically pursuing the relatives of the resurrected boy onto school grounds, so that was an easy decision for them. They weren't so sure what to do about me though, and would be having an emergency meeting later this morning to discuss that problem.
Ava and I did the breakfast dishes. Apparently it's good for all us kids' characters, despite the fact that our characters are all very different - how unlucky is that! Everyone else got on with their activities. Julia was especially under pressure because it was her final year of school and her parents wanted her to do well in her exams. She would of course, but her parents' idea of "do well" was a high standard. All of the parents were probably thinking that of all the weeks that we could've been locked up inside our home, the study week before the end-of-year exams had to be the best possible time.
Ava and I were walking hand in hand back to the Kids' House, chatting about nothing in particular, when my proximity sense showed the bone in Ava's left upper-arm suddenly burst apart.
I'd just started thinking when I heard a loud {CRACK} from the direction of Dimple Hill, to my right.
#3:
Having multiple minds can be FANTASTICALLY useful in emergencies:
I let go of Ava's left hand, grabbed her body with both my arms while several NP-points lifted us both and accelerated us rapidly behind the nearest bushes.
Another mind created the Guardian Angel to justify the use of NP because the damned UAV was watching.
Another mind had the idea of creating ten max-sized, max-brightness, overlapping Guardian Angels, up and down the path from us, obscuring the sniper's sight.
Another mind created a couple of dark blue human-shaped light blob dummy targets over us and had them 'run' down the path away from us to draw any more fire.
Another mind pulled my cellphone off my clip, hit speed-dial 9 (that calls Paul's number; speed-dial 9 being our local version of 9-1-1). That mind held the phone to the side of my head as we flew.
Another mind thought, #14:
Another mind thought, #1:
Another mind thought, #15:
My guards asked me details about what had happened to me and Ava, what the angel had done, what the HUGE lights had been, where the angel was now, and whatever else occurred to them.
A few minutes into that conversation, very muffled by our being underground, we heard a faint burst of gunfire, one shot of which sounded noticeably sharper.
I looked inquiringly at my guards, hoping they'd gotten word through their earpieces.
The chatty one said, "That sounded good."
"No word from your earpieces yet?"
"Those weren't our guns so it might take a while to find out."
A minute later my guards' body postures changed as they listened to their earpieces, then one of them told me, "The shooter's dead. National Guardsmen got him; no friendlies hurt. The police are heading to the location."
"GREAT! Serve the fucker right! Can I go to the hospital to be with Ava now?"
I started walking toward the door, assuming that I could leave. It turned out that I couldn't, because, "There might be more of them." I'd read the Security Procedures Manual so I knew that, I just hadn't thought of it in my eagerness to be with Ava.
It took another three hours before the hill was searched thoroughly enough for the principals to be let out. By which time we'd learned:
The shooter hadn't tried to make an escape after his first shots. He'd been wearing a ghillie suit and had apparently thought he'd be able to hide through any search of the area. A National Guardsman had spotted and challenged him. The fuckwit had tried to bring his long rifle to bear on the Guardsman, who had a different idea and an automatic rifle that was already pointing at its target.
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