James Hunt - Broken Ties

“They… have him… and Ulysses.”

“Just breathe,” Sam said.

“Did you see Kalen? Is she all right?” Anne asked.

“She’s… fine… Tom’s dead… and someone else… I couldn’t see who though.”

“Jesus.”

“Slow, deep breaths. In through your nose and out through your mouth,” Sam said, coaching her to try to get her heart rate down.

“We need to get out of here now,” Fay answered.

“What?” Ray asked, still propping himself up by his arms, trying to listen to the conversation.

“Ulysses said we should head to the farm,” Fay said.

“The farm with the hunter we’re trading with?” Anne asked.

“Yeah, he said that would be a good place to fall back to.”

Jung came running into the living room, hearing the commotion that was going on.

“What’s happening? Fay, are you okay?” Jung asked.

“I’m fine, but we need to get going,” Fay replied.

“We’re going to Cincinnati?” Jung asked, his eyes wide with relief.

“No, we need to get to the farm,” Fay answered.

Jung shook his head. He stepped in between Anne and Fay, pleading with them.

“If something’s happened, then our best chance is to drive to Cincinnati. We can’t stay here anymore. It’s not safe.”

“That’s why we’re going to the farm, Jung,” Fay said.

“ No !”

Jung’s voice thundered through the cabin. His body went rigid, his hands clenched into fists at his side.

Sam’s hand instinctively went to his side arm. Anne saw the motion, and she shook her head. Sam let go of the pistol’s handle.

“We need to get to Cincinnati. It’s our only chance to be safe. We can’t stay here. I need to get Jenna to a hospital.”

“Jung, we ca—”

“We have to! She’s going to die if we don’t. I can’t let her die. I won’t let her die!” Jung said.

“Take it easy, pal,” Sam said.

Fay had never seen Jung like this before. When they were at the airport together, he was always so calm, so collected. He was always the first to help, to volunteer.

“Jung, I know what you’re feeling,” Fay said.

“No, you don’t. None of you have a wife who is dying in the room down the hall!”

Jung pushed Nelson and Katie aside, who heard him screaming, and then slammed the door to his room shut.

“Someone needs to keep an eye on him. He’s going to do something reckless,” Sam said.

“He’ll be fine. He’s not dangerous, and… who are you again?” Fay asked.

“Sam,” he said, extending his hand.

“My wife’s bodyguard,” Nelson said, smiling.

“Hi,” Katie said.

“Katie, this is Fay. She’s one of the people who are staying here with us,” Nelson said.

“Nice to meet you,” Katie said, and the two women shook hands.

“We don’t have a lot of time. The gang’s going to find out where we are. They’ll use Kalen against Mike to make him talk. We need to move,” Fay said.

“Did your husband leave any weapons when he left?” Sam asked.

“Yes, I think so,” Anne answered.

“Sam, what are you doing?” Katie asked.

“I can help. I might be able to get your family back, but I’ll have to move quickly. Show me where the guns are.”

Only one rifle was left. Sam grabbed magazines, ammo, holsters, anything that would allow him to bring as much weaponry as possible without slowing him down.

“You’ve done this kind of thing before?” Anne asked.

“Before I got into private security, I was part of the Seventy-fifth Ranger Regiment for more than ten years.”

Sam clicked the magazine into the bushmaster and started loading some shotgun shells into the pump action 12-gauge.

Anne placed her hand on Sam’s arm, and his rhythmic motions ceased. He looked down at her.

“Thank you for doing this,” Anne said.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Anne let go of his arm, and Sam continued getting everything together. He grabbed one of the hunting knives off the table and slid it into his belt. Two 9mm pistols were at his sides, with four backup magazines, and he had a Bushmaster M4 in his hands and the 12-gauge strapped to his back.

“If I don’t make it back, then that means nobody made it,” Sam said, standing in the doorway.

“Well, then come back,” Anne said.

“Katie, Nelson. Tell Sean I said hi,” Sam said.

“Sam, I can’t thank you enough for bringing Katie here, for keeping her safe. I owe you my life,” Nelson said.

Nelson shook his hand, and then Sam was gone. He trotted off into the forest, leaving the rest of them at the cabin.

Jung paced the room. Both of his kids were awake now from the shouting from earlier. His daughter was sobbing from being tired and scared, and his son tried to comfort her.

Jenna was still passed out on the bed. She hadn’t moved for hours. She was still breathing, but her body was burning up. He tried giving her more ibuprofen to help bring the fever down, but it wasn’t working.

He needed to move her now. He wouldn’t get another chance. The only people left here who could try and stop him were Fay and Anne. He knew Nelson wouldn’t be a problem, and Ray’s broken leg put him out of commission.

Jung knelt down to his children. He kissed them both on the forehead, and he tried to speak as calmly as he could.

“Daddy needs to get us out of here, okay? Now, I need the two of you to be brave for Mommy. She’s needs our help because she doesn’t feel well,” Jung said.

“Is Mommy going to be okay, Daddy?” Claire asked.

His daughter still had some tears streaked down her cheeks. He gently took his thumb and wiped them away.

“Yes, now when I say it’s safe, I want you to come out and follow me, okay? I love you.”

When he checked the hallway, Anne and Fay were still in the living room. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but both of their backs were turned to him. He slid out the door and tiptoed to the basement.

The gun safe was still open. Almost everything was gone. The only thing left was a small revolver at the bottom shelf. Jung picked it up and tried searching through the boxes of ammo. He had to check three different types of boxes before he got the right size that fit in the gun.

It was a six-shooter, so he took the rest of the bullets and dumped them in his pocket. Before he headed back upstairs, he saw a box of zip ties. He grabbed a handful of them, clicked the hammer back on the pistol, and headed upstairs.

Jung kept the pistol pointed in front of him. Anne and Fay didn’t see him until he finally spoke.

“Give me the keys to the Jeep, Anne.”

“Jung… what are you doing?”

“I’m saving my family. Where are the keys?”

Fay started to get up, but Jung swung the pistol at her.

“Sit down!” he screamed.

“Jung, don’t do this,” Fay said.

“I don’t have a choice. Keys, Anne. Now.”

Nelson came out of the room down the hall again.

“What is going on out he—”

Nelson froze when Jung swung the pistol at him.

“Get in the living room, Nelson,” Jung said.

Nelson kept his hands in the air, moving slowly down the hall. Jung made him sit down next to Anne at the kitchen table.

“So what are you going to do now, Jung?” Ray asked, propping himself up from the couch.

Jung tossed Nelson some zip ties.

“Tie Ray up, then Fay.”

Nelson tied Ray’s hands and legs together then fastened Fay to the solid oak table. Once they were secure, Jung tossed one of the zip ties to Anne.

“Now, tie Nelson up,” Jung said.

Anne looped the zip tie around Nelson’s wrists, then another one at his ankles.

“Good. Now, where are the keys?” Jung asked.