Come Alive Ch. 19

His head in a plastic cradle, an IV of contrast solution pumping incrementally into a vein in his neck, his body covered with a warm blanket, Taggart listened to the incessant whir-click-bang-bang of the MRI as it ingested his body into a narrow tube. A red laser-centered his approach and the table he was lying on twitched in millimeter jerks, taking him deeper and deeper into the gaping maw.

'Just close your eyes and pretend not to care,' echoed in his mind, Dina's words of wisdom every time he'd had an MRI, and yet those helpful words still didn't help. 'Claustrophobia is a completely rational response to this,' he thought -- again -- as he lost sight of the room outside of the tube. 'Well, now I know what it feels like to be a meatball...'

Then the thought hit him: if I fart in here I'll die from the fumes.

So...Don't fart.

Whatever you do, don't fart.

"Oh, no," he moaned.

"What is wrong?" the technician running the exam said over the intercom.

"I'm gonna float an air muffin."

"You are what?"

"Fart. I'm gonna fart."

He heard laughter coming from the little office off the main equipment room.

"Yup. Here it comes."

"Do not hold it!"

"No choice now," he cried. "Sorry!"

The rumbling sound started in the lower ranges, drowning out the whirring sound of the sliding table, then grew louder and louder as the gas gained real speed, sounding a little like ripping cardboard before it slipped into high gear, then sounding more like a wounded duck by that point.

"Sorry about that!" Taggart said.

"At least we don't have to breathe it," the tech said -- just before the stench crept under the door to their little office.

Taggart smiled when he heard them coughing and retching: 'You know, it's the simple pleasures in life...' he thought as he heard one of them slapping a desktop, then running for open air.

A few minutes later, when things had settled down again, the tech came on again. "Sorry, but we must restart the test.

"Fine by me. Plenty more where that came from."

"We will try to hurry."

"Good idea."

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Dina was waiting for him in the lounge; everyone was watching the latest news from Poland and the Czech Republic, where NATO forces were struggling to reach the front amidst waves of fleeing urban residents. There was only silence coming from Finland and Ukraine, and Dina looked at Taggart then at her watch as the orderly wheeled him into the room.

"That took much longer than expected," she said. "Was there a problem?"

"Yup. Major gas leak. Let's get out of here and find Rolf. I could sure use some Indian food right about now."

A lingering waft of fumes trailing his wheelchair hit about that time. "Oh, Henry! You didn't!"

"I did. More than once, as a matter of fact."

"You are eating too much salmon again. Your gas is beginning to smell just like Clyde's..."

"Thank you very much," he said in his best Elvis voice. "Now...Rolf, then Indian. I feel like I could eat a horse."

"You smell like you have been eating horse," the orderly said, causing Dina to cringe in horror.

Taggart shook his head. "You're just jealous."

"Of course I am," the boy said, "as it has been my life's ambition to fart just like you. By the way, do you think you could walk from here?"

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As they walked up to Time Bandits, Taggart saw Rolf and Mike sitting in the cockpit and he smiled -- because he could just make out Dinky hovering at the masthead.

"You know, I think I'd better put on a fresh pair of underwear before we go anywhere."

Dina scowled. "On behalf of the people of Amsterdam, I thank you."

"How you doing, Henry?" Mike said as Taggart climbed on board.

"Splendid, as a matter of fact. A bag of platelets and some of Dina's magic elixir and I feel like a new man again!"

"Sounds like the plot of a new Dracula movie, if you ask me..." Mike said as he watched Henry disappear down the companionway.

Taggart rummaged through a drawer and found a new, tighter pair of undies and slipped into the head; a moment later Dinky appeared and hovered in front of his face, almost in contact with his forehead. A minute later he knew everything that Mike had done so far that day, and he shook his head -- though he smiled at the predictability of Mike's actions. After he changed clothes he posted back up to the cockpit...

"Anyone care for Indian food today?"

"Me!" shouted Rolf.

"Then we're off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Ah-hs." He leaned over and whispered in Dina's ear that he needed to talk with Mike while they walked, and she went and walked ahead with Rolf.

"So, you really feel that much better?" Mike said as he slowed to wait for Taggart.

"I do, actually. So, how did your errands go?"

"I went out to the new embassy, had a talk with the CIA's new head of station. She wants to take you out, now. I think I've convinced her that we need to let things rest for now, let things play out in the east."

"I take it they're not burning papers at the embassy yet?"

"No, but people are nervous."

"They should be, Mike. The world they've known is coming to an end, and now everyone knows it. The deck is being reshuffled -- with all the uncertainty that implies -- right in front of their faces."

"I take it you're not worried about..."

"Que Sera, Sera. Nothing I can do about those yahoos."

"I guess."

"I take it you still have a weapon with you?"

"Yes, of course."

"If it comes down to it, Mike, protect Dina and the boy."

Mike nodded and looked around, trying to spot a tail. "Have you seen the news?"

"Finland and Ukraine have fallen. Poland will go next. NATO appears stronger in the middle right now, the old Fulda Gap strategy I assume."

"People on the train were talking about getting out. Not many flights left to South America, if their gossip is reality-based. Very few incoming flights now."

"So the airlines will run out of airplanes here, then they'll be commandeered to fly troops to France."

They found an open restaurant and the nervous owners seated them and took their order.

"Why is everyone so nervous, Henry?" Rolf asked.

"Because they smelled us coming," Mike said...but Rolf wasn't going to play that game today.

"Henry? What is going on?"

"The Russians, Rolf."

"What about my mother, and Eva?"

"We'll call them this evening after we find out what the air travel situation looks like."

"Henry, I am worried."

"I know."

"You are not worried?"

"No, I am not."

"Should I be worried?"

"You should think about the things we need to do, Rolf, and not the things we can do little about. Such worry does nothing but hold us back."

"Okay."

Taggart phone chimed an unfamiliar alarm and he took the phone from his pocket and held it up to his face to unlock it. Holding it so Mike could see, a live video of the boat appeared on screen, and two men were walking on deck -- one of them carry a small black duffel.

"Hold this, would you?" he said to Mike as he handed over his phone. He then leaned back and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths as he established contact with Winky. A few seconds later he opened his eyes and smiled. "I wonder what's taking so long with our food?" he asked no one in particular, but when Mike returned the phone he saw the two men were gone, and Mike was scowling. Putting his phone in a pocket he smiled at their waiter as lunch arrived.

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"Britt? It's Henry? How are you?"

"It is a little scary here. Is my son..."

"He's right here. Is there anything I need to know?"

"Eva. Henry? There's something not right with Eva?"

"Describe to me what is wrong."

"She is outside of town, standing by the sea as if she is waiting for someone. I have tried to tell her you won't be returning but she remains there most of the day."

"You should stay with her when you can, Britt. It's not me she's waiting for."

"Who then?"

"She'll know. Anything else?"

"No, the war so far is still very far away."

"There are no airlines operating to Norway now, Britt. I am looking at other options, but those are dwindling fast."

"Okay."

"If the phones go down remain in the city -- unless or until trouble approaches. I should be able to get you out within a few days, perhaps a week."

"Alright, Henry."

"And I need you to tell Eva one thing. Tell her to Reach Out. Got that? Reach Out."

"I don't understand?"

"Just tell her, Britt. Now, here's your boy..."

He went topsides and sat with Mike, looking at the nearly deserted streets and sidewalks. "Feels strange, doesn't it? One day there are too many people and the next day almost everyone is gone."

"What did you do to those two..."

"Who...me?" Taggart said, grinning madly.

"Jesus, Henry..."

"They're fine...though they're probably in the brig on the Cape St George."

"Crap. I should've known. The spooks at the embassy are probably going apeshit right about now."

"Well, the first bridge opens in an hour, so we probably better get ready to go."

"Just something to think about, Henry, but we'll be like ducks on a pond if we take the canal."

"So, you think we should go outside and make for the Seine?"

"Safer that way."

"Sounds boring."

"Sounds safer for Dina and Rolf, Henry. I know the people you're screwing around with, Henry -- and I'd just as soon not have to deal with them any more than I have to."

"Did she tell you she'd be sending people out to the boat?"

"No...wait a minute. I didn't tell you I was dealing with a..."

"That's right. You didn't."

Mike blinked several times as implications pulled him to several conclusions at once. "Winky?" he asked.

Taggart shrugged.

"Okay...so we're taking the Staandemast route?"

"I think so. Besides, it goes within a few clicks of the embassy, so it ought to be fun."

Taggart called out to Rolf: "You off the phone yet?"

"Yessir. Do you need me now?"

"Yup, time to leave." Taggart stood and stretched, then disconnected the shore power cord while he let the diesel warm-up; Mike and Rolf handled the lines as they left the marina and started for the first bridge. Dina brought up hot tea for everyone and sat beside Rolf as they motored along.

"I've never seen this city so quiet," she said.

Rolf's head swiveled like an owl's, taking in their surreal surroundings with an apparent mixture of awe and fear.

"Probably instinct by now," Mike sighed. "Seems like every European war leads right through Holland."

"I don't understand why there has to be war," Rolf said.

"Someone always wants what you've got," Mike said. "And sometimes those people are willing to take what you think is yours. That's how we stumbled upon the idea of laws and religion."

"But what do they want?"

"Oil...and to not live in fear of the next German invasion."

"But the Germans do not want to invade Russia..."

"Instincts, Rolf. Russians are basically a paranoid people, but it didn't just happen. Mongols overran those people for hundreds of years and then, just about the time things started to settle down a little, the Germans came rolling along -- and twice within just a few decades. Russians don't trust outsiders, Rolf. At least that's the way it was put to me."

"Keeping in mind, Rolf, that Mike went to a military academy," Taggart added.

"It's true, Taggart, and you know it."

"How many Russians do you know, Mike?"

"None, and I'm proud of it, too."

"And that proves my point, Rolf. And, I guess you could say that's the answer to your question, too."

"How so?"

"If you build weapons of war sooner or later you'll use them, and if you train people to fight, sooner or later they'll fight. Once you give someone a purpose, they opt to pursue that purpose."

"So, why not train people for peace?"

"Because," Mike sighed, "there's no money in it. Is that the first bridge, Taggart?" he added, looking through the binoculars.

"It is, according to the chart."

"There's no bridge tender," Mike said as he passed the binoculars to Henry.

Henry set the VHF to 12 and called the bridge; there was no reply; he switched to 16 and tried again -- and there was still no reply.

"Okay," Henry said as he swung the wheel, "we backtrack and head back to the main ship canal."

"The way we came in?" Dina asked, and Taggart nodded. "What if the locks are closed?"

"Then we're a day late and a dollar short, I'm afraid," Henry sighed. "Time to beat feet -- while we still can."

"Not many people here," Mike added as he looked around. "It feels like maybe they know something we don't."

They heard the new sound immediately...low flying jets -- followed by turboprops -- and Henry swung the binoculars to the closest transport. "Red stars. Russian. Looks like paratroopers getting ready to make their jump..."

"That jumping over by the airport, right?" Mike asked. "Doesn't the canal go right by that area?"

Taggart pushed the throttle to the stops. "Ballsy move on their part, if they can pull it off."

And a wave of fighters coming in low across the English Channel jumped the transports, shooting many of them down -- but only after their troops had jumped. Taggart watched as hundreds of green parachutes opened and drifted down towards Schiphol International -- then Dutch helicopters roared in low over the city...

"Tanks won't be far behind," Mike said. "Those paratroopers are meant to take the airport and hold it until major reinforcements land, and those ought to be about a half-hour out..."

"And so," Henry said, shaking his head, "here starts World War Three. And naturally, we're going to be right in the middle of it..." He saw four freighters up ahead, all heading for the locks that led out into the Channel, and he smiled a little at the sight -- just as a wave of Dutch F-16s with wing pylons loaded with ordnance -- dove on the airport, dropping their bombs on the runways before screaming off to reload and refuel. More helicopters approached, flying just above the water, and Dutch troops waved at them as they passed.

"I've never seen so many fuel tanks in my life," Taggart said, looking off to the left. "No wonder they're trying to take the city on their opening move."

"Split Nato forces in Germany. Fortune favors the bold."

"And no one will use nukes here," Henry added. "What about Rotterdam?"

"More fuel farms there. You can bet they're going for them, too. Can you pull up the BBC?"

Taggart winced as he leaned over to turn on the radio, and Dina caught his reaction.

"Are you in pain?"

He nodded.

"Where?"

He looked her in the eye. "Everywhere."

"I see. Are you ready for some medicine?"

He shook his head. "Going to need a clear head for a while, you know? And...where's Clyde?"

"Asleep, on your bed. What about your other meds? Have you taken them?"

"Fine until midnight," he said as he punched the BBC pre-set.

"...repeating news from the top of the hour, Russian paratroops and air forces have launched major assaults on Copenhagen and Amsterdam, and a three-pronged armored operation is underway, currently aimed at northern Germany. Analysts believe Russian aims include securing Baltic sea-lanes..."

"Norway will be next," Mike said. "And now we know why all those naval assets were headed north."

"What about my mother!?" Rolf asked.

"When we get to France, Rolf -- then we go get the girls."

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Britt's apartment was located on the Måseskjæret, a small street that jutted out into the bay just north of the city center in Bergen. Though small, her home had a decent view of the fjord and was conveniently close to work; it also had three bedrooms, leaving one room for Rolf and a spare to use as a kind of office. Eva was living in Rolf's room now -- when she managed to stay in the apartment, that is. Recently, when Britt came in from her clinic Eva was simply not there; more troubling still --there was scant evidence of Eva eating or drinking anything at all. More recently, Britt would sit up watching the news on television while waiting for Eva to return, and she usually did about an hour after sunset. Eva would then drink a few sips of water and take a few strips of raw salmon for her supper, then shuffle off to bed with little more than a "Hello" passing between them.

On her best days, those just after Taggart left with Dina and Rolf, Eva remained sullen and barely communicative, and she had remained in her room most all the time. After Britt talked with him in Amsterdam, and after Britt relayed his message to "Reach Out," Eva had nodded once before taking a sip of water and retiring for the evening -- completely oblivious to the outbreak of war, or pretty much anything else going on in the world.

After Taggart's "Reach Out" dictum, Eva seemed to drift about this world for a while, then she would seem to dissolve and flow into another state of being: Here, perhaps -- but not really. Her long walks started then, and she usually disappeared for the day -- coming home only after dark. Britt grew quite concerned -- for Eva, and for Eva's twins -- and resolved to follow Eva on her next day off.

But the night before she had resolved to follow Eva, soon after she went to bed, she felt memories flashing through her mind's eye. and she soon felt that something, or someone, was sifting through her mind...looking for...what?

She tossed and turned after that, concern for her own twins growing by the minute. Was it the war, she wondered? Had concern for Rolf and Henry fouled her sleep...?

And as she was dressing the next morning Eva came into her room and stood there, simply looking at her as she put on her hiking boots.

"I'm sorry you had such a bad night," Eva said.

Britt felt a sudden shifting underfoot. "What do you mean by that?" -- lurching as her frame of reference began shifting...with each beat of the hearts in her womb.

"If you're ready, we can go now."

"Go? Go where?"

"You're wasting time, Britt. We need to go -- now."

"Alright," Britt said, suddenly realizing there was no need for continued subterfuge.

They walked north along the shore road until they came to a little spit of rocks that reached out into the water -- large rocks, beige granite with greenish stains marking the highest reach of the local tides -- and she followed Eva now, who hopped from boulder to boulder with practiced ease -- until, at last, they both stood beside a small tidal pool.

Eva took off her clothes and stepped into the water, her arms spread wide, her head tilted back and her eyes closed.

"Come here," Eva said gently, "and stand beside me."

Britt hesitated, but then she too took off her clothes and stepped into the icy water. "What are we doing?" Britt asked, nervously looking around for unwanted onlookers.

But Eva was gone now, absorbed in some kind of ritual. At least, that's what Britt thought was going on: Eva's arms were spread wide, her head tilted back and her eyes closed -- and she was beginning to sway from side to side, like something in the water was pushing her to-and-fro.

Movement caught her eye and she looked out over the water. There! A dorsal fin...no...more than one...

And then Eva reached over and took her by the hand, then she pulled them both into deeper water...

"Are you crazy!" Britt shouted, trying to pull away. "We need to get out of here!"

"You need to be still," a voice said...a man's voice...Henry's voice!

"Henry?"

"I'm here," she heard his voice say, a reassuring little sprinkle of laughter somewhere in there...

"Where? Where are you?"

"I'm with you, Britt. Go now, go out into the water..."

"Wonderful! Now I am hallucinating..."

"Just move easily, slowly. You'll be alright."

"Henry? Where are you?"

"Where I've always been, Britt."

"I don't understand..."

"Close your eyes, try to clear your mind...then reach out..."

"Reach out? What am I reaching out for...?"