Cris starts to scribble an old map of the capital. He circles the references points and the route that they would be using for scape. Meanwhile Mike positions tiny wooden blocks of different colors encircling the city.
“At first from the information that me and Mike gather. We will come from the northwest. From the cathedral.”
*taps yellow block*
“Objective?”
“Take the Connecticut avenue and hold It so no suprise can come as they march on the white house.”
Sam stratches as he pops up a can of beer.
“Fucking hell. they think we are meat shields.”
“Thats will be our oportunity Sam.”
Mike shows Sam a list of names and occupations of their brigade. Sam quickly scams throught It.
*Shuffles paper*
“So what does this mean?”
“Aside from us, you know anyone?”
“…….No.”
“So since we have no futher connections from our circle we can made up something. Like an emergency order for us to take the route.”
Mike paces the scape plan. Starting from the smithsonian zoo passing through the White house and Lincon monument and finally reaching the coulmbia island.
“Mike but would’nt we be going head on towards another brigade?”
*taps on green block*
“Well Ben you have some men in their brigade. and the military would not put them to take-”
“Sorry but even If we have my boys there It won’t be just us that are going to hold the bridge and the island.”
“I know that…….Can you make some excuse for us being there?”
“…………..Why don’t we use the boy?”
Jonh stares fiercely at Ben.
*huff*
“Calm down helicopter parent. Just saying the that he could use one his “bombs” to lift up some dust so we can make It to the boats.”
“………Sure. But do we have any confirmation that your men have them ready?”
Ben pulls out a transcription of his radio conversation.
*huff*
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“Good enough?”
“A picture would be better. But thats asking for too much.”
“hummm. Just like convicing my boys that we would have to transport a national hero and a dragon was totally possible too.”
"huh, now you got me good mountaineer.”
The two man laugh under their breath with the situation.
*clears throat*
“Lets get back to the situation at hand.”
“Right on, Cris.”
“Sure thing, fed.”
*taps on blue block*
“Now comes the real danger.”
"Why would that be?”
“Thats the federal soldiers, press and our leadership.”
The room fell silent after that statement. Cris draws once again in the old map showing their potential route that they would take.
“Fucking hell. they can catch us at any moment.”
“Thats why we need to time this very well Sam”
“What would happen If they cought us, Cris.”
“Look at 20 years in federal prison. The boy will be taken from us……..or worse……execution for desartion, Jonh.”
“Then lets us pray that they go towards the armory and not stay at the white house.”
“Yeah….”
The dim light iluminated the scribbed map covering their eyes leaving only their emotioniless faces to show .They all looked at the map thinking at the possibilites and preparing for a potential failure.
*pop*
*fizzle*
“Fellas….Lets us toast for, if we god will, not be our last time together.”
*pufff*
“Hahahahahah!!!!”
"Heeheh!!!!”
“Never though you were a poet Sam.”
“Just pulled out that out of my ass. Hahahahah!!”
After Sam had loosen up the room they all lightly drank and talked about trivial matters. For the first and maybe not the last time they talked not as soldiers and survivours but as civilians and friends.
*beeeep*
*stomp stomp*
Owen woke up by the sounds coming downstairs. Although still sleepy he looks at the window on the other side of the room. The sun had not even come up yet but faint lights could be seem flashing from the ground bellow.
*little push*
“(sleepy) Fuaaahh…..”
“Phyro…….Phyro. Wake up.”
The young dragon by the insistence of his owner wakes up. He streatches his arms and legs letting out a little spark to cleans his mouth.
*Chatter chatter*
*Knoc knoc*
“Mister Severin!!!! Mister Severin!!!”
An unknow voice echos through the room. In secounds Owen put on his gear.
*Chambers gun*
Owen carefully walks towards the door. With a little jump he opens the door nob.
*creeeck creeck*
“Good morning mis-”
*peeks*
“Who are you, mister?”
The soldier kneels down to talk to Owen.
“Are you mister Severin, young men?”
“No…..Daddy is sleeping.”
“I see…..Can you wake him up?”
The boy nods and skids back to the room. In a few moments a very tired Jonh came to answer the soldier. Owen and Phyro stay behind to wake up his mother.
“…..Ahhhh……Good morning.”
“Pleasure to meet you sir. I have an order from the leader of the expedition, Sargent Muller.”
Jonh eyes soon became alert from the metion of Muller. A single drop of sweat runs down his face.
“I’am all ears.”
“Sir, as you may know we are preparing to march into Washington in 4 days. But as per request of higher command the schedue has beem changed for today. This was done as an emergency measure to relief our marines.”
“Thank you…….I will be……downstairs in a few…….minutes.”
*salute*
“Much appreciated sir.”
The soldier walks backs down relaying the information to the other hunters and soldiers bellow.
*sigh*
“(underbreath) Well this will fuck us over.”
“Is everything all right, honey?”
“Yeah…….just a minor incovinence, Carol.”
*grabs shirt*
“Daddy are we going to leave now?”
*kneels down*
“If the big man told us so. Then there is nothing we could. Let’s play along for now, son.”
“But……but…..What about Mary, daddy?”
Jonh hesitates for a moment to respond him. He places his hand on Owen’s shoulder. As he lifts his head to tell him he saw that Owens eyes were at brink of tears.
*sigh*
“For now……we need to keep going…..son.”
*weeps*
Owens cleans his tears and stayed strong even with this response.
*taps shoulder*
“Be strong for now my boy…..Everything will get better soon.”
The family soon packs up their belongings and went down stairs leaving their short-term house to go towards a new adventure and find a new home.