Black Heart – Chapter VIII Part V

by Steppen Sawicki

Last part of this chapter.

Novel: Horror

That evening at the synagogue Anna, Missy, Robbie, and Cam were being prepped for their actions like they were going to act in a play. The bomb squad had cordoned off a truck in the street that contained four vests composed of seventy pounds of TNT each. Close to sunset, they would be brought in and strapped to the agents, and everyone would wait for the gate to open.

No one in their time zone had been sent through yet – the operation was starting in Brasilia Standard Time, with Brasilia and Cordoba. From there it would spin around the world, agents marching over as the gates opened in their respective cities.

When Bryan entered the building, leaving behind the flashing cop lights holding back reporters and protesters, the bomb squad was showing the four how to detonate the explosives with the flip of a switch. They were all so calm and attentive, and seeing them Bryan shivered as the autumn wind blew through the broken windows and scurried the leaves on the floor.

Before they were loaded up, the four were left to roam for a bit, to say goodbye and shake hands and hug. It was the only reason Bryan had showed. It took a while for Cam to notice him, but when he did he ran over.

“I didn’t think you would be here,” he said.

“I didn’t get to see you yesterday,” Bryan said. “They all threw this horrible drunken party outside my office, but you weren’t there.”

“Yeah. I was with my mom.”

“Oh. That makes sense. Does…does she know?”

“I didn’t tell her but…” Cam looked down at his feet. “I think she knew something was up. Me just showing up to spend all day and night with her with this operation plastered all over the news. But we didn’t talk about it.”

Bryan looked to the doors of the place, where any minute the bomb squad would be filing in with their bombs. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. I mean not in like ‘that guy who would have thought’ but in like…you’re actually doing this. You know.”

Cam smiled at him. “Yeah. I know. But somebody has to do it.”

“But I don’t like that it’s you.” And I don’t like that I like it.

“Man I don’t like it either.” Cam laughed, a touch bitterly.

The doors slammed open. There they were, bringing it all in. Everyone turned to watch.

“You should go get ready,” Bryan said, not looking at Cam. Not able to.

“Yeah.” Cam stood beside him for a moment, as if waiting for him to say more. Then he left.

Bryan saw the other three, in the midst of a congratulatory sea of Possesseds – Good luck with that job we couldn’t bear to shoulder. He didn’t approach them. He didn’t know what to say to them. He saw Andrade, but she was busy with the Spotters. He wouldn’t have known what to say to her either.

The place grew quiet as the bombs were strapped on, as if at the sight of them everyone had finally realized what was about to happen. When they were all suited they climbed onto the platform and stood and everyone was silent as if a religious rite was about to be performed. For the next five hours, the only sounds were Connors telling teams to switch off and the resulting cries of pain and discomfort.

At midnight, the four entered the gate.