Summer Lane - State of Pursuit

True words.

“How do you know Manny?” I ask, pointblank.

Arlene seems startled by my question, then takes a bite of stew.

“I’ve known Manny for many years,” she replies.

“Arlene and I go back a long time,” Manny says.

“Commander,” she says, looking at me, “as soon as your men have eaten, I’ll give you all the information and equipment you’ll need to reach Los Angeles.”

I pick up my utensils.

“Has Omega ever showed up on your front doorstep?” Uriah asks. “I mean, every nice ranch house or mansion from here to the valley has pretty much been burned or ripped apart.”

“They’ve yet to find me,” Arlene says. “This property is well hidden, far away from the main highways and difficult to spot from the air. Local militia keeps Omega from wandering too far into these hills with harassing fire. I’ve never had this many militiamen at Double Y before. The sooner you’re on your way, the better.”

Okay, then.

“What’s left of Los Angeles?” Vera suddenly asks.

I flick my gaze to Arlene, watching her face. She frowns slightly, swallows, and answers, “It’s different.”

“Define different.”

“The Port of Los Angeles is being used to receive ships filled with Chinese soldiers,” Arlene replies. “Downtown Los Angeles has been commandeered by military units and Beverly Hills has been taken over by high level Omega officers.”

“What about the population?” Derek says. “The civilians?”

“They’re dead,” Arlene answers. No hesitation. “The chemical weapon was… effective . The population that remains exists only because Omega has allowed for a labor force. It is entirely a military city. A fortress.”

“The militias and the National Guard stopped Omega’s northward push into the valley,” I say. “I don’t think it was because we had more soldiers or firepower. Something drove them back, and it wasn’t us. Has something happened that we need to know about?”

“She’s a smart one,” Manny tells Arlene. “Or didn’t I tell you that already?”

“You’ve told me,” Arlene says. “Eat your dinner. I’ll explain everything afterward. I promise.”

I can live with that.

“We’re walking into a hellhole,” Vera mutters to me. “Once we go into Los Angeles, there’s no coming out.”

“I told you upfront that this was no picnic,” I reply, sharp. “If you’re worried, stay here. I don’t care.”

And I really don’t.

I don’t need Vera Wright any more than I need a diamond ring at this point.

She glares at me, and once again I wonder why she’s here.

For Chris? Because she’s got a crush on him? No. To go on a suicide mission into the heart of an Omega stronghold with a girl that you can’t stand requires more than a simple crush as motivation.

What does Vera Wright want from me?

“Tell me, Commander,” Arlene inquires, “how long you’ve been fighting with the militias.”

“Chris Young liberated me from an Omega POW camp,” I reply. “I joined at that point.”

“They say that you’re an excellent sniper,” she grins.

I take a sip of water. “They’ve said a lot of things.”

“It seems the story of Chris Young and Cassidy Hart has become prime entertainment for members of different militias across the state — and even across the country.”

It could be worse.

When we’re done eating, I follow Arlene into the living room. She pulls down a map from a floor-to-ceiling bookcase at the end of the room. The room is illuminated with 19 thcentury oil lamps. I stand with my arms crossed, studying the map.

“This is us,” Arlene says. She points to a region behind Highway 138, burrowed into the mountains. “You need to get here .” She drags her finger across the mountains and to the edge of Los Angeles. “Then to the city of Westwood, California. According to Underground operatives, Omega is housing prisoners of war in the Los Angeles County Jail.”

My heart sinks.

My father was a Los Angeles cop. I drove by the County Jail many times. It’s a fortress.

“Don’t look too discouraged, my girl,” Manny grins, patting my shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about the jail. They’re keeping militia officers in an entirely different location. Large prisons are too complex and crowded, with limited electricity. But smaller buildings? That’s where they keep the important officers.”

“Chances are, if Commander Young is still alive,” Arlene interjects, “he’ll be kept somewhere in downtown Westwood. It’s near where many of the ranking Omega officers are encamped, which makes him easily accessible for interrogation.”

“Where is the location of this building, exactly?” Uriah asks.

“That I can’t say,” she shrugs. “Scouts will have more information for you when you reach the Way Houses.”

“Say what ?” Derek demands. “This is too complicated. Give it to us straight and simple, lady.”

“Derek,” I warn.

But I don’t disagree.

“I want the whole story,” I say, facing Arlene. “Before we leave here, I want to know everything that you know about Los Angeles.”

Manny chuckles, sitting on the couch, propping his legs up on the coffee table.

“I’d say that’s a fair deal,” he remarks. “What do you say, Arlene?”

She raises an eyebrow.

“Fine,” she replies.

And that’s when she tells us.

“Omega was attacked in San Diego,” Arlene says.

The room goes silent. Like a tomb.

“By who?” Vera breathes. “United States military?

“Mexico,” Arlene answers.

“ Mexico?” Derek repeats. “Does Mexico still exist?”

“All I know is what I’ve heard,” Arlene says, raising her hands. “They say that Mexico forces en masse attacked Omega in San Diego. It was huge. Omega was taken by surprise.”

“When?” Uriah asks.

“Just a few days ago.” Arlene points to the map. “Which is why so many of Omega’s forces retreated from the Valley Chokepoint, Commander Hart. Your instincts were correct.”

I run a hand through my hair.

“Does this mean Mexico is strong enough to actually help us win this thing?” I ask.

“I have no idea what Mexico’s situation is,” Arlene says. “But thank God for their help. There are rumors of forces attacking Omega in Washington and Oregon, as well.”

“Who would that be?” Andrew comments. He’s still fiddling with the radio, wires strung across his lap. “Mexico is in the south. Who’s up north?”

“Canada,” Uriah suggests.

“Are you saying that we’ve got allies?” I breathe.

“What’s she’s saying is that someone , out of self-preservation, is attacking Omega, too,” Manny interrupts. “Which means we’re not bearing the full weight of their attacks.”

Thank God.

Seriously.

“Which means it might provide the little bit of daylight you need to get your rescue unit into Los Angeles,” Arlene adds. “Omega is rolling south to defend their position in San Diego, and from what we’ve heard, they’ve got their hands full.”

A sign of weakness? A flood of hope rushes over me. Omega is struggling more than I thought they were.

Finally, some good news .

“We have transportation that will enable you to get into the city without being detected,” Arlene says. “Underground hotspots are everywhere. There is a Way House where you will meet scouts at the edge of Toluca Lake, not far outside of Westwood. They will give you the location of the facility where they are holding Commander Young.” She traces a circle around the ranch house on the map. “It’s about sixty miles from here to Westwood.”