John O'Brien - Takedown

Watching Robert calmly check the figures in the nav computer brings a sensation of pride. I mean, it’s always there, but I guess I’m just feeling emotional. I know, weird, right? He has come so far in this strange new world we find ourselves in and has adapted remarkably well. As has Bri. I think on how diverse the survivor groups are that we’ve encountered - some unraveling at the seams and others maintaining well. Without societal norms guiding us, core aspects are rising up and manifesting themselves in different ways. Yeah, today has put me in a strange mood. Robert finishes and sits back with a sigh.

“All good?” I ask.

“Yeah. I think so. I’ll check again in the morning before we leave. I’m a little tired and the numbers are running together and starting to not make any sense. I stare at them as if they’re alien glyphs and I’m trying to see into their strange coding,” he answers.

“We’re at least heading to the southeast, right?”

“As far as I can tell. That or Canada. If the sun’s on our right en route in the morning, if there is a sun in the morning,” he says, looking outside at the overcast, “then we know we’ll have to turn around.”

“Or if we start seeing any mountains. I’m not sure, but I think the highest point in Kansas is the top of a speed bump.”

“True,” he says, chuckling.

“Whatcha doing, guys?” Bri asks, climbing into the cockpit.

“Apparently inputting random numbers into the computer and seeing where it takes us,” I answer.

“Cool. I’m up for an adventure. Like today wasn’t though, right?!” she replies.

“You have that right,” Robert responds. “Dad, what was that whole radio station thing about? I mean… I get that they wanted to be left alone but why even have it on?”

“I don’t know. I guess they wanted to listen to music,” I answer.

“Do you think there were any adults around, or were they all just kids?” Bri asks.

“I’m thinking there were only the kids,” I say.

“And what about the bones at the bottom of the mine?” Robert asks.

“I really don’t want to know the answer to that,” I answer.

“Yeah. I’m kinda thinking they were the adults as well,” Robert states, saying what I really didn’t want to.

“That’s messed up,” Bri says. “It’s just as well they aren’t coming with us then.”

“It may be something completely different though. We’re just assuming something and it may not be true,” I say.

“I don’t get that feel. I think they saw the chance to do away with adult supervision and took it,” Robert states.

“It could be. It could also be that the adults died or turned into night runners and they burned them all fearing contamination. I guess that’s a story we’ll never know for sure.”

“Why didn’t they come with us then?” Bri asks.

“They really didn’t seem all that interested in us staying around, let alone coming with us,” I answer. “However, to be perfectly honest, I really didn’t extend an offer either.”

“That’s understandable under the circumstances. Dad, why didn’t you let me come up the path with you?” Robert asks.

“You know the answer to that,” I respond.

“This whole world is one strange place. Admittedly that place was a little more off, but there isn’t a place we’re going to see that isn’t going to have some weirdness attached to it.”

I sigh. Robert and Bri stare at me waiting for my answer. “I know. I train you and try to give you the skills to survive in this world but don’t give you the opportunities to practice them. It’s just… well, it’s just hard letting you be placed in situations that are dangerous.”

“Why even bring us out if that’s the case?” Bri asks.

“I don’t have to, you know.”

“Ha-ha…funny,” Bri says.

“This isn’t easy and won’t be however much I try. I’m trying to let go so you gain the experiences that you’ll need in the long run. I just need to figure out how to let that happen while duct-taping pillows around you.”

“You’re just a riot today, aren’t you, Dad,” Bri says.

“Look. I just don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you. Losing Nic was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to endure. That pain sits with me every minute of every day.” At the mention of Nic, Robert and Bri solemnly hang their heads.

“Dad,” Robert says after a moment of silence. “Losing Nic was hard for all of us. Have you ever thought that maybe the experience we gather can actually prevent something like that from happening? There could be that one bit of knowledge we gain that will save us in a split-second scenario.”

“It’s a two-sided coin. I could lose you as you gain that experience yet lose you for you not having it. How about this? I’ll keep trying to let go and you remind me. However, I still have the final say.”

“Works for me,” Robert says.

“Me too,” Bri replies.

The sound of the Stryker starting enters the cockpit interrupting any further conversation.

“Take another look at the numbers. I’m not all that interested in playing ‘guess where we are’ tomorrow. I’m going in back to make sure they don’t try to sledgehammer the vehicle in,” I say.

“Alright, Dad, but I don’t think the figures are going to make any more sense than they did a few minutes ago,” Robert replies.

“Just try to keep us somewhere between the two great bodies of water lying to the east and west.”

With the fading day, I send Red Team out to find a fuel truck. We have plenty of fuel onboard, but it’s always nice to have full tanks. As they are searching, Greg’s team attempts to get the large armored vehicle in without creating dents in my pretty aircraft. The 130 can handle a lot, but it tends to fly a little funny when rammed by a Stryker.

Red Team returns without finding a fuel truck of any kind. I think about transferring fuel from the bombers with the hand crank, but that will take a lot of time and we have enough fuel onboard to complete our whole trip if necessary. With this strange day winding down, we seal up the aircraft and enjoy another quiet, peaceful night of rest.

Captain Leonard steams away, retracing his route up the channel. He’s happy to be resupplied and thinks he may have been a little hasty with Captain Walker. While they may have started off on the wrong foot, it seems to have ended well. He understands Walker’s desire to keep his command together and his wariness of outside influences. After all, that’s the same perspective he has. It was a matter of two strong minds meeting. They both care about the people under their command and work from that standpoint. At least they seem to be working together now, and he’s sure they’ll come to an understanding as a basis to continue that relationship.

Leonard would have just parked his boat and joined the group but this has all been a lot to come to grips with. It still seems surreal — submerging in one world and surfacing in an entirely new and different one. The forested hills slide by as they make their way to the open ocean. He has a hard time believing the rest of the world is like this and needs to see for himself. Although he knows that Walker has flown to some parts of the country and encountered the same wherever he went, there’s just something about seeing it for himself. Deep down, he knows what he’ll find given the absence of radio traffic. If there was a viable force still in operation, they would have been broadcasting for surviving forces.

Nothing has changed since his passage south — the windows from the lonely settlements along the shore wink back at his passage. He imagines night runners holed up behind every window waiting for the night. Although it’s hard to actually fathom, he knows that the night belongs to them and the day to the few remaining survivors of humanity.