Darren Wearmouth - First Activation

“You won’t be having any kids if that slips,” Jack said, pointing at the hunting knife.

He tucked the Ruger into the front of his pants and looked in a full-length mirror.

“How do I look?” He said.

“Not bad at all. I could almost shoot you.”

“Right, let’s get to Ron’s. I want to hear what he has to say about all of this.” Lea said, after appearing from the ladies section, she was also dressed from head to toe in black.

As we approached the glass entrance doors, I saw the edge of a black Range Rover outside in the previously empty car park.

“Get back, against the wall,” I whispered.

We quickly retreated back into the shop to avoid being seen.

“I don’t think they’ve seen us, what shall we do?” Jack asked quietly.

I peered around the wall for another look and saw two men smoking cigarettes, standing by the side of the vehicle. They were dressed in the Genesis Alliance uniforms.

“There’s two of them,” I said, “I’d really like that Range Rover; it would make the approach to Ron’s much easier.”

“We can’t start shooting,” Jack replied.

“Why don’t we try and bluff them?” Lea said. “Remember Jerry saying he didn’t know all of the other members, as anonymity helped protect the organisation?”

“Wouldn’t all of the patrols in the local area know each other?” Jack replied.

“Lea, have a look and see if you recognise either of them,” I said.

I stepped back and Lea took up my position, she quickly peered around the wall.

“One looks vaguely familiar. If he remembers me, we would never get away with pretending we’re part of the team. They might just drive away, we could wait.”

“We could ambush them if they come through the doors,” Jack said.

“Damn,” I said.

“What is it?” Jack asked.

“We’ve left the respirators and ear defenders back in the car. We can’t afford to wait around now in case we get caught by the activation. It’s either straight to Ron’s, or back to the car.”

“Straight to Ron’s it is, then,” Jack said. “I don’t want to go through another three days of dealing with killers.”

“I’ll go and bluff the two outside by saying I want to turn myself in. I doubt they’ll shoot an unarmed woman, especially as I know Ron.”

“What are you going to say?” I asked.

“I’ll say I’ve decided to return to Genesis Alliance and draw them towards the doors.”

Lea was putting herself on the line, but the only other option we had, would be bursting out and shooting the goons.

She readied herself and moved in front of the door, put her hands up, and shouted through the glass, “It’s Lea. I’ve come back to see Ron.”

“Weren’t you supposed to go out?” I whispered.

“They’re right outside the fucking door,” she said through pursed lips.

“Open it up and let them in, we’ll smash them with our rifle butts.” I turned to Jack and said, “As soon as they walk in, move. We can’t afford to give them any time to see us.”

Jack and I both held our rifles like clubs.

“Did you hear me?” Lea said, as she opened the door.

“Ron said we might be getting some visitors,” a voice answered, “are you alone?”

“Yes, come in and search me.”

“No, you come out here.”

“And be searched in the middle of a parking lot?” Lea replied. “I’ll tell Ron you were pointing guns at my face. Come in where no one else will see.”

“Fuck it, have it your way.”

I heard the noise of weapons being slung over shoulders as they entered through the door. Lea instinctively took a couple of steps back.

Two large men appeared, one behind the other, Jack and I moved immediately. I smashed the butt of my rifle against the first man’s temple; he staggered to the side but didn’t go down. I moved to strike again, but the man had already recovered.

“You mother fucker,” he shouted through gritted teeth.

We came together and punched furiously at close range. My initial hit hadn’t been enough to put him down, so now it was a straight fight. Neither of us had time to use our weapons. The same thing must have been happening with Jack, and I could hear scuffling to my left. Where was Lea?

I managed to get a few heavy blows in, but was also taking equal punishment. The man was strong; I went for my knife and lost my balance. He smashed his fist into my ear and a high-pitched tone whistled through my head.

I tried a kick to the groin and knee, but couldn’t connect, the strong arm of my assailant was keeping me at bay. I dropped my head, trying to avoid any more punches to the face and tried to push him backwards with my left arm. He was difficult to move, so I stopped swinging with my right arm and forced my thumb into the corner of the man’s left eye socket. He roared with pain and thrust my shoulders back with both of his arms. I staggered, fell to the ground, and he was immediately on top of me.

Lea appeared to the left of the man and swung the butt of her Beretta at his head. He avoided the blow and connected with a powerful uppercut to her chin. She screamed and fell backwards onto the floor, holding her face. My arms had been pinned by the full weight of his heavy frame on top of me. I turned my face to the left as he hooked me in the jaw and saw Jack still wrestling on the ground.

Two large hands locked around my throat and started choking me. I frantically tried to wriggle my arms free, but couldn’t move them. In desperation, I bit the man’s thigh, but this made his grip tighten from the pain. I was starting to black out as he raised my neck off the floor to get a better grip.

The last thing I remembered was a boot swinging towards my attacker’s face, my head hit the floor and everything went black.

Pain coursed through my body as I opened my eyes, everything was blurred. A duplicated woman was leaning close to my face shouting. I could also hear a man screaming in the background. After a few seconds, I started to come to my senses. The two women merged into one, and I recognised Lea.

“Thank God you’re not dead, are you okay?” she said.

My mouth was dry and I was having difficulty swallowing, I could only just see out of my left eye and my head was throbbing. I sat up cautiously.

To the left of me on the floor was my attacker. I found out later that Jack had kicked him in the face, and then Lea repeatedly slammed the butt of an AR-15 into the side of his head, until he lost consciousness.

The man Jack had been fighting was also lying on the floor, but was conscious and screaming. His arm was in an unnatural inverted ‘V’ shape, and his face was covered in blood. Jack had managed to fight him to the floor. As the man was on all fours, Jack thrust his boot into the man’s elbow joint, forcing it to snap. He didn’t get up after that.

Jack walked over to where I was sitting. He also had a swollen face, but I could almost detect a tear in his eye when he looked at me.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here, now,” he said.

Lea helped me to my feet. I felt unsteady but was present enough to ask, “Have you checked them for radios?”

“They’re clean,” she said. “We’ve taken their ammo as well. Come on. We have to move quickly.”

She led me through the entrance and I squinted in the bright sunshine as I looked around. I felt another wave of pain jolt through my head and paused for breath.

“I’ll drive,” Jack said.

“Don’t be stupid. I’m the one that knows where we’re going,” Lea replied.

Jack slid into the back of the Range Rover, so I took the passenger seat. In the cup holder was a full bottle of water. I unscrewed the cap, took a couple of gulps, and then poured some of it over my head to try to clear it. I twisted the rear-view mirror around to look at my battered face.