David Golemon - Legacy

“May I suggest we make an exit from this place?”

A totally confused Collins turned and saw the familiar thick glasses of Pete Golding. Jack shook his head and then nodded toward the street.

“That way,” he shouted.

The four men started running as fast as the crowd would let them. All around them men and women were shouting, coughing, throwing stones and bottles-one of which clipped Ellenshaw as he held on to Jack’s belt.

“The alley!” Collins yelled again, spotting a somewhat safe haven for the moment.

As they pushed and head-butted their way across the street, their bodies seemed to start flying. All motion and sound came to a stop. Jack was pushed from behind by a superheated wave of pressure as the five claymore mines detonated from their hiding places on five separate street lamps lining the street. Ball-bearing-sized pieces of steel exploded into the now panicked crowd of protesters, slicing into skin, muscle, and bone. Jack, Ellenshaw, Everett, and Golding were shoved into the alley and they all fell as one on top of one another. As they hit the cobbled alley floor, the sound and the smell hit them all at the same time. Collins rolled to his back and looked up just in time to see a horrible sight. A cloud of red mist settled into the alley, assisted by the rush of air. He knew by the smell and the sharp report of ricocheting pellets that the protesters had been hit by something similar to antipersonnel mines.

“Oh God, oh God,” Golding was saying, as he came upright and felt for the pulse of a woman who came to rest across his legs. “What happened? What do we do? Oh God, oh God-”

Everett shoved his body into Pete’s. “Get these cuffs off me,” he shouted, his ears ringing harder than he had ever experienced before. Carl was shaking his head as he saw the death in the street.

“Son of a bitch,” he said, still unable to hear his own voice. “Jack,” Everett shouted, “Jack!”

Ellenshaw was trying desperately to get Jack’s handcuffs off with a small jeweler’s screwdriver, but he was shaking so badly he couldn’t.

“Doc, take your time. Calm down. We need to get out there and help some of these people. Now take a breath.”

Ellenshaw did as he was ordered and he finally inserted the small screwdriver into the cuffs. In order to help calm Ellenshaw, Jack half turned and tried to get the professor’s mind off the horrible situation all around them.

“What possessed you two to come looking for us?” he asked while trying to see what the doc was doing.

“It was my idea. I’m sorry, Colonel,” Ellenshaw said as tears started running down under his wire-rimmed glasses. He used his free hand to swipe at the tears. “I just thought… thought-”

“Hey, hey,” Jack said, shouting above the noise of people dying around them. “You did real good, Doc, you saved our asses out there.” He turned to see a shocked and battered Pete Golding sitting and leaning against the wall of the alley. Everett was trying to calm the computer specialist.

“That’s for sure. You can come with us anytime, Pete. You see how much trouble me and Jack always get into?”

Pete didn’t respond. He was looking at the dead woman lying in front of him. Everett could see that he was in shock. He looked up at Jack just as the colonel’s hands were released from the cuffs. From the street the initial sounds of terror, fear, and pain started collecting into a wail of anguish that was close to driving both scientists mad.

“Jack, get me out of these and let’s lend a hand.”

As Jack surveyed the situation before him, for the first time in his life he felt truly helpless as the scene of devastation confronted him.

“What is it?” Everett asked, finally gaining his feet. There was blood coursing down from his left ear.

“This was an ambush,” Collins said.

Power had been restored to the square as the bodies from the attack were placed along sidewalks and lined against building walls. The protests had ceased as most Germans had come together, waiting for the right moment to start speculating on who could have perpetrated such a cowardly act. Jack, Everett, Ellenshaw, and Golding were exhausted as they leaned against a shattered wall and caught their breath. A public announcement board and video screen flickered to life above them in the square as dusk settled in.

“I think it’s time to get out of here, Jack,” Everett said. He stepped up to a broken water main and stuck his hands in the spray of water. He ran a soaking hand over his soot-covered face.

Collins shook his head without really looking up.

“I hate leaving here without any answers,” he said, taking a deep breath.

“Colonel, may I remind you of the fact that we found you in handcuffs? I’m sure the police will recover much faster from this terror attack than we think. They could come looking for you again. I think we’ve done about all we can do here to help these people. It’s time we look to ourselves.”

Jack placed his hand on Professor Ellenshaw’s shoulder and nodded. “Okay, Doc, let’s go home.”

As they started gathering themselves, the large announcement board sprang to life. A public service message flashed across the thirty-foot screen with a warning tone that demanded the attention of those watching. Most people continued their duties in helping the EMS teams who were treating the wounded and attending the dead. Policemen were everywhere as they tried desperately to get evidence of the most dastardly crime in modern German history. Collins wasn’t paying any attention to the announcement as he washed his own face in the shattered water main on the battered curb.

“Am I seeing this?” Pete Golding asked from behind Jack.

“Oh, shit,” Everett said, tapping Collins on the shoulder. “Keep your face down, Jack, and head back toward the building.”

“What now?” he asked. He did as Carl said, keeping his hands over his face.

“Take a quick look and then head down the alley. My German isn’t that good, but I think the police are announcing they have a suspect in the terror attack.”

As Collins chanced a quick look up at the announcement screen, he was greeted by a 1997 U.S. Army photo of himself taken at Fort Bragg. Beneath the picture it said he was wanted for questioning in the day’s events.

“I’ve always hated that picture,” he said. He allowed Everett to pull him deeper into the alley as Golding and Ellenshaw followed, blocking any further view.

“We may be too late, gentlemen,” Ellenshaw said, “I think the proper words are, we’ve been ratted out.”

Everett looked up and saw a tall, beautiful blonde pointing them out to blood-soaked and dirty policemen. The officer looked up and Ellenshaw couldn’t think of anything to do other than give a quick wave of his hand as he backed into the alley. When the police officer looked closer he was stunned to see four men suddenly sprint down the open alleyway. He gave pursuit, alone and unarmed, shouting for the men to halt.

The blond-haired woman watched the pursuit and then turned to her companion. They both walked away.

“Imagine, all of those mines exploding at once and this man Collins escapes without so much as a scratch,” she said, looking into the face of the Mechanic as they walked and tried to avoid the damaged areas of the street and the small puddles of blood. “It seems he’s a domino that’s hard to topple.”

The Mechanic looked up at the video board with the photo of Jack Collins still on it. After seeing Jack and the others on the street he had to react fast, so he contacted McCabe and came up with a quickly thought out alternative. He offered the U.S. Army photo of the colonel to the German authorities.

“Sometimes the domino takes a while to fall, miss, that’s all. And I suspect this particular domino we are after will continue his pursuit of the men imprisoned together after the war. That is the key for him and we’ll be waiting.”