Awakening: The First Tale of the Trine (Trine Series Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: D.B. West
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“Rage. Hate. I’ve seen a lot of it in combat, but this guy would have had a Taliban squad pissing themselves. The person on the ground kind of slumped over, and the white-haired one got up and marched straight towards me. He barely paused in the passage, he just stomped on through and stopped right in front of me. I had meant to run, but the look in those eyes, and the feeling of him staring at me…it pinned me where I was.
“Did he say anything, or do anything to you?”
“He spoke to me. His English was perfect. He said ‘ Get as many people out as you can in the next sixty seconds. RUN! ’ And no lie…he slapped me on the ass.” Delmont glanced down, embarrassed. “You better believe it got me going, too. I slid along the hallway just as that bald guy smashed the dog with the door, and I never looked back. I got out to the ER waiting room, hollering like a fool and waving people out. I was lucky, a lot of the nurses who had seen what was going on in the hallway already had security moving people out. Seeing me flailing around got them moving along even faster.”
“We saw part of that on the surveillance, too,” Agent Donaldson informed him. “You did well, and likely helped save quite a few people hustling them along like that.”
“We didn’t hustle enough,” Delmont scowled. “We were barely out into the parking lot when the building erupted behind us. I kept moving people though, carrying them about a block over until a police officer stopped me and made me get checked out. My head was still bleeding from earlier, and I had some glass in my backside, so once they had more people on site they transported me over here.”
Agent Donaldson looked to his recorder briefly, and then said, “You did well. Your recollection of events was superb, considering what you went through and the…unusual nature of the situation. We were fortunate you’re a Marine, and not easily rattled. Is there anything else that you can think of you could add to this initial statement?”
“Heh, I was as rattled as I’ve ever been in my life, I’ll tell the world. I wish I had more information for you. I truly don’t know what I saw today, or what it means exactly. I’m not sure that the old service doc wasn’t right, and I haven’t finally gone off the deep end. But if that was real, and this is all truly happening…well, I just want whoever sees this to know this changes everything. Everything I thought I knew about the world, about my life…everything. And I don’t think it’s going to be for the better.”
“On that, I think we can all agree,” Agent Donaldson replied. He turned off his recorder, and waved Agent Stanley over. “Get this uploaded to the Director, please. I’m going to make the arrangements for us to get Mr. Jefferies out of here. Are you ready to go, Delmont?”
“Absolutely,” Delmont replied, throwing back the sheets. As he got to his feet, he looked at Agent Donaldson suspiciously. “Just where are we going, anyhow?”
Agent Donaldson smiled briefly. “Home, of course. If anyone is looking for you, we want to make sure they find you at a place we have prepared.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Thursday, August 2 nd , 14:14 EST.
Moses Cone Hospital, Greensboro, N.C.
“Director Spencer?” the young man asked, as he entered the temporary Incident Command Post that had been erected across the street from the wreckage. The office building directly behind them was still being set up as the permanent location, but for now, the first responders were being guided from the parking lot where the FBI’s Federal On Scene Commander could monitor their arrival.
“Yes?” the Director asked, holding up a hand to silence the local police and fire marshals gathered by the maps he had prepared. The Director examined the young fireman who was already covered in soot and dust from his efforts to evacuate the initial wounded. The only part of the young man that was unstained was the areas of
“Rage. Hate. I’ve seen a lot of it in combat, but this guy would have had a Taliban squad pissing themselves. The person on the ground kind of slumped over, and the white-haired one got up and marched straight towards me. He barely paused in the passage, he just stomped on through and stopped right in front of me. I had meant to run, but the look in those eyes, and the feeling of him staring at me…it pinned me where I was.
“Did he say anything, or do anything to you?”
“He spoke to me. His English was perfect. He said ‘ Get as many people out as you can in the next sixty seconds. RUN! ’ And no lie…he slapped me on the ass.” Delmont glanced down, embarrassed. “You better believe it got me going, too. I slid along the hallway just as that bald guy smashed the dog with the door, and I never looked back. I got out to the ER waiting room, hollering like a fool and waving people out. I was lucky, a lot of the nurses who had seen what was going on in the hallway already had security moving people out. Seeing me flailing around got them moving along even faster.”
“We saw part of that on the surveillance, too,” Agent Donaldson informed him. “You did well, and likely helped save quite a few people hustling them along like that.”
“We didn’t hustle enough,” Delmont scowled. “We were barely out into the parking lot when the building erupted behind us. I kept moving people though, carrying them about a block over until a police officer stopped me and made me get checked out. My head was still bleeding from earlier, and I had some glass in my backside, so once they had more people on site they transported me over here.”
Agent Donaldson looked to his recorder briefly, and then said, “You did well. Your recollection of events was superb, considering what you went through and the…unusual nature of the situation. We were fortunate you’re a Marine, and not easily rattled. Is there anything else that you can think of you could add to this initial statement?”
“Heh, I was as rattled as I’ve ever been in my life, I’ll tell the world. I wish I had more information for you. I truly don’t know what I saw today, or what it means exactly. I’m not sure that the old service doc wasn’t right, and I haven’t finally gone off the deep end. But if that was real, and this is all truly happening…well, I just want whoever sees this to know this changes everything. Everything I thought I knew about the world, about my life…everything. And I don’t think it’s going to be for the better.”
“On that, I think we can all agree,” Agent Donaldson replied. He turned off his recorder, and waved Agent Stanley over. “Get this uploaded to the Director, please. I’m going to make the arrangements for us to get Mr. Jefferies out of here. Are you ready to go, Delmont?”
“Absolutely,” Delmont replied, throwing back the sheets. As he got to his feet, he looked at Agent Donaldson suspiciously. “Just where are we going, anyhow?”
Agent Donaldson smiled briefly. “Home, of course. If anyone is looking for you, we want to make sure they find you at a place we have prepared.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Thursday, August 2 nd , 14:14 EST.
Moses Cone Hospital, Greensboro, N.C.
“Director Spencer?” the young man asked, as he entered the temporary Incident Command Post that had been erected across the street from the wreckage. The office building directly behind them was still being set up as the permanent location, but for now, the first responders were being guided from the parking lot where the FBI’s Federal On Scene Commander could monitor their arrival.
“Yes?” the Director asked, holding up a hand to silence the local police and fire marshals gathered by the maps he had prepared. The Director examined the young fireman who was already covered in soot and dust from his efforts to evacuate the initial wounded. The only part of the young man that was unstained was the areas of
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