Chapter 21 Mary Relapses
“Let people who have to observe sickness and death look back and try to register in their observation the appearances which have preceded relapse, attack or death, and not assert that there were none, or that there were not the right ones.
A want of the habit of observing conditions and an inveterate habit of taking averages are each of them often equally misleading.”
~ Florence Nightingale, Anno Domini 1859
John and Mary
John Kell stood amongst the remaining rucksacks, many of them partly emptied, some of them having been carried away to other parts of the camp. He was in the middle of the oval where the slaves had exercised back when the camp was still being run by the owners.
His ankle still hurt when he tried to put weight on it, but there really hadn’t been anything he could have done differently during his parafoil descent. It was one of those aspects of jumping that simply came with the territory. People got injured dropping out of the sky. It was actually something of a prodigy that John’s was the only injury from the jump. In his moments of equanimity, John understood all that; in guarding the gear and occasionally pitching in to help, most of the twinges from his ankle was an aggravation more than it was a pain.
The taping up Ira had done was helpful. Ira had been pretty sure it was only a sprain and nothing broken. The non-steroidal anti-inflammatory pain pill had helped for the first twenty minutes, but then John had lifted a rucksack and put all his weight on that foot, and that was a mistake. Pain shooting up from the ankle convinced him to fall on his ass. After that, John was much more careful. He did more than his share of lifting and moving equipment and helping his team find the gear they needed, but he did it without putting weight on that foot.
Like everyone else on the rescue team, John was horrified watching as Jerry flew their ride home into the admin building. But, as he watched, John could see that one of the engines was dead. After Dick revealed the presence of the owner’s whip in the bunker, John gladly assisted Karen, Steve, and Phil in gathering their team and making sure they had their gear for the entry.
A little later, as Bill Samuels, Harry, and some lady he never met drove up with two pickups and a school bus, John breathed a sigh of relief. He’d been concerned about slowing down any group he was to accompany on the way out. He didn’t have any time to relax, though, as just then Jake and Eleanor came up with Ira’s body and equipment.
Bill hopped out of the huge crew cab pickup he was driving and went straight over to Jake, guiding him to bring Ira’s body to lay in the bed of the truck. John was reassured that Bill knew these two strangers, and very saddened by the loss of his friend.
Eleanor approached with one hand holding her shirt up to keep some canned food stored in the makeshift sack it made from getting away. She let down Ira’s backpack, which was open at the top. It, too, was stuffed with foods and beverage cans from the guard break rooms in the barracks that she and Jake had finished clearing. John came over and helped her get everything set down and sorted into some of the half-empty rucksacks.
Eleanor said, “Thank you. I’m sorry about your friend Ira. Jake thinks he must have walked into the top floor guard room without clearing the space behind the door. There was a left behind guard there who wasn’t in the dog pile on the first floor. The guard killed Ira, and Jake killed that guard. He was a sadist, all the time I was here.”
John nodded, and glanced over at Ira’s transport. He looked at Eleanor in the eyes, nodded again, and said, “Thank you for bringing him here. When we clear out, this whole camp is going to be levelled by alliance bombers so it can’t be used again.”
It was Eleanor’s turn to nod, and she did. Then she said, “Jake served a tour in Iraq. It was his idea. Well, his understanding. So Ira’s body cannot be desecrated on video to hurt his family, Jake said.”
Now Eleanor shook her head. It was a crazy sick world they were in.
Jake came over to them. He said, “Bill says you’re injured. I’m Jake Willis.”
Jake held out his hand, and John said, “John Kell,” and shook hands with Jake. Then he turned to Eleanor.
Shaking his hand, Eleanor said, “Eleanor Jefferson. We’re all very glad you folks came in to help us get out.”
Jake nodded agreement with that idea. “Bill says we need to help get you aboard the school bus, and get these packs stowed to the back of it. And he says you aren’t to help,” Jake raised a hand when John began protesting. “Bill said to tell you that’s an order. You’re to take a seat in the front row and put your foot up so it doesn’t get any worse.”
John relented. Eleanor came to his side and put her shoulder next to his left arm, which John raised up to rest atop her shoulders. Jake took the other side, and they quickly got John into the bus. There, they met a seventy-year-old woman who was still sitting in the driver seat.
She smiled as they climbed up the steps. “I’m Jane Ellickson. Welcome aboard!”
After that, Jake and Eleanor began hauling the rucksacks up. As they did so, Susie, Peter, Sal, and Lisa came up from various directions to help. It didn’t take long to completely clear rucksack central.
Bill came over and assigned Susie to ride with Harry in the other pickup. Peter, Sal, and Lisa would go in the school bus with John. Bill explained that he would stay for the bunker entry team and urged them to get going.
“Harry should lead off in the pickup,” said Bill, “And keep your speed down until you get to a road. Load up any escapees you come across, and give preference to the less able-bodied.”
Harry nodded. “No point in going to the airport, so we need to follow the streets out to the intra-coastal waterway, right?”
Bill nodded. “That’s right. Take the boundary road east and get on the highway to head through the park. You know where you’re going. Susie, if you folks catch any trouble, radio for support, and do what you can. Keep your rifle at the ready.”
Susie nodded and smiled. “Won’t let you down. We’ll get there.”
Twenty minutes later they were headed down Pinehurst Road for its junction with highway 70 when they saw a group of two hundred refugees walking across a field toward them. They were led by a young woman wearing a camo vest over a suit jacket. It was Mary Morris.
Harry stopped the pickup, and Jane stopped the school bus. As Mary climbed up to the road level from the field, her eyes rolled up, she fell down. This was Lisa’s cue to rush down the steps of the bus with her medic bag.
So it was that an unconscious, feverish Mary Morris was brought up to sit next to John Kell. Lisa and Sal had the seat across the aisle. The rest of the bus and the bed of the pickup truck were filled with as many of the escaped slaves as they could find seats for, and more were seated on top of the bus. Even so, more than a hundred remained.
Harry stood on the hood of the pickup for a few minutes and addressed the crowd. “We’re going to follow the roads through to the sea. We’ll be going about ten miles an hour so nobody gets thrown off. You don’t need to try to keep up, because when we get to our turns onto highway 70, highway 539, and highway 530, we’ll stop until you catch up. Okay? There are rescue vessels at the coast. Follow me!”
With that, he climbed behind the driver seat and led the way. Good as his word, he kept their speed to about ten or at most fifteen miles an hour, and stopped after making each turn to let the leading edge of the walking crowd get caught up and around the turn. As they drove along, more and more of the escapees from the camp joined them, until there were five thousand people walking down the road to the sea.
In the schoolbus during the first stop on their long ride, John asked Lisa what was wrong with Mary.
Lisa had just loaded an ampoule of Mary’s blood into a complicated device. She looked at John, frowned gently for a moment and said, “She has a fever of 103 Fahrenheit, which isn’t dangerous, but clearly her immune system is highly activated. She’s breathing a little ragged now. Since the fever isn’t too high I’m letting it be, but I’ve given her several shots of vitamins and other nutrients to support her immune response. While we wait for her test results, can you help me rig this IV bag? I want to get her fluid levels up.”
John nodded and the two of them set to work. Soon a saline solution was helping Mary recover from her long walk from the camp. With that done, Lisa took up her portable analyser. She reviewed the results on the screen.
Not wanting to cause a panic, she handed the analyser to John, who read the bad news. It was a war pathogen, one of the early ones. As he was holding the screen in his lap, Mary opened her eyes and drew a deep breath.
“Uhhhhh!” she said. “What happened?”
Lisa was digging through her med kit, so John answered. “You were leading about two hundred people through the fields. Our team leader, Harry Felker stopped our little caravan. We’ve loaded who we can, and we’re taking it slow so those on foot can catch up when we make our turns.”
Mary nodded. “Is there any water?”
Lisa brought a canteen and gave it to Mary. She said, “I’m Lisa Angeleno, I’m an emergency med tech. You need to be the only one who drinks out of this canteen from now on.”
Mary drank thirstily for a few seconds. Then she wiped her lips and said, “I’m Mary Morris.” She turned her face toward John and said, “And who are you, stranger?”
John smiled as he looked at Mary’s face. “I’m John Kell. I’m part of the team that jumped into the camp you came out of this morning. Up front in the driver seat, that’s Jane Ellickson. Across the aisle, that’s Sal Mayweather, and right behind us are Peter Lee, Jake Willis, and Eleanor Jefferson.”
Mary looked at each in turn and collected smiles and nods. Then she looked up at Lisa who had another piece of equipment in her hands.
“Mary, this device will help me monitor your temperature, blood pressure, and pulse oxygen. If your temperature spikes, I have a test I can run to see if you’re in cytokine storm, and I’ve got quinolone and zinc to help with that.” As Lisa said these words, Mary had nodded, so Lisa began putting the gear onto her patient. All of it worked by sending signals to Lisa’s tablet. Lisa began explaining about the testing she had done, making sure Mary understood what she had been infected with, and also the importance of not causing panic. It had been several years since the first of the pathogens had been spread to try to coerce agreement to the ruling groups in the big cities, or at least compliance with their orders. Several riots had killed hundreds of Americans fighting one another, which played into the hands of those who were enslaving them. Most of this discussion took place in whispers and soft voices among Lisa, John, and Mary.
After several hours, they arrived at the coast. There, along with a flotilla of sailing vessels, diesel powered boats, and every conceivable kind of craft, was an enormous vehicle, floating just off the end of a very long, very new looking pier. The craft looked exactly like a wingless jet aeroplane whose fuselage was mounted on two enormous long pylons, each over 350 feet long. All of the plane up top and most of those long pylons sat well up out of the water.
Helping Lisa with Mary down the stairs onto the pier, John took one look and grinned. “Well I’ll be,” he said, “look, Mary, it’s a prototype Hydro Lance. Let’s see if we can get aboard.”
The three of them headed down that long pier, with Peter Lee and Sal Mayweather tagging along. The captain of the vessel was standing on the pier at the base of the gangway leading up to its main hatch. Next to him was a woman wearing a nurse’s cap and a long white robe who saw John limping and that Lisa and John were supporting Mary. She immediately began walking toward them, very clearly determined to get to them as soon as possible.
All five of them came to a halt as she approached. She said, “My name is Julia Deschamps. Two of you are wounded. Please let me help.”
Lisa said, “John was injured during his parafoil landing when we jumped into the camp up on Gaunt’s Brook. I think he over worked it and compounded the injury lifting rucksacks during our operation there. Mary is infected with one of the war pathogens.”
Julia smiled and said, “Mary, you have other injuries from your time there, don’t you? Your spirit is very downcast. They hurt you many times."
Mary felt an overwhelming sense of peace and goodness from Julia. She also called to mind all of the last six months, all of the trauma, all the things she had witnessed, all the things done to her. Tears began streaming down her cheeks.
“May I help heal you?” asked Julia. Her robe shifted slightly and a large silver crucifix on a silver chain around Julia’s neck could be seen laying atop her white cotton dress.
“Oh. Yes, please. Please help me,” said Mary. Lisa and John were still standing on each side of her, and Julia approached Mary directly.
Putting her hands on each of Mary’s shoulders just above where Lisa and John’s hands were, Julia bowed her head and began praying aloud. “Heavenly Father we beseech you to heal this woman, body and soul. Release her from the pain and difficulty she is feeling. Take up the pathogen of the enemy and destroy it. Heal her spirit. In the name of Jesus Christ we pray. Mother Mary please intercede with your powerful intercession. Thy will be done, Father. Amen.”
Mary, John, Lisa, Sal, and Peter all said, “Amen,” at the same time. Then Mary closed her eyes for a moment. Her tears had stopped during the prayer. She smiled.
Turning to John, Julia asked, “John, may I help heal you?”
Nodding his head, John said, “Yes. Please.”
Julia moved her hands so she was holding John’s shoulders, much as she had Mary’s earlier. She bowed her head and prayed aloud, “Heavenly Father we beseech you to heal this man, body and soul. Release him from the pain and difficulty he is feeling. Repair his ankle tendons and muscles. Heal his spirit. In the name of Jesus Christ we pray. Mother Mary please intercede with your powerful intercession. Thy will be done, Father. Amen”
Again, all five of them said “Amen.”
John put his weight on the injured foot. It was fully healed. His eyebrows went up and he broke into a grin. “That is amazing! How did you do that?”
Julia said, “I helped you through prayer. It was not me that healed your ankle, it was the power of God through the Holy Spirit. We are called to help one another, to care for the sick and the injured, to receive the power of the Holy Spirit through baptism by those who have lived before us. It isn’t me, John. It’s God.”
Mary said, “Praise God. Thank you, Julia. I feel much better. Lisa, when we get aboard, why don’t you see what your testing device has to say about me and that war pathogen?”
Lisa said, “Yes. I’ll do that. Julia, what we’ve seen here is amazing.”
Julia said, “Yes. Miraculous. God loves you.”
John said, “Praise God!”
Julia, Sal, Peter, Lisa, and Mary said, “Amen!” They turned to head on down the pier toward the very strange vessel waiting there.
The captain said, “Nathan Bedford Clarke, folks. When we have a full load of passengers, I’m heading down to Georgia, then up the Savannah River.”
John considered this matter. He looked up and saw painted on the nose of the vessel the words “Flying Nell.” Then he said, “I’m John Kell, Fifteenth Tennessee Volunteers. I’ve seen a write-up on your craft here. How fast is she?”
Captain Clarke smiled and said, “She’ll make 280 knots on open water. We’re fully fueled and we can take 100 passengers. Should be at the mouth of the river sometime early this afternoon.”
John looked at Lisa, Mary, Peter, and Sal. “Well, guys, we can get up into the mountains if we follow the Savannah to its source. What do you say?”
Sal said, “I have got to get on a boat that can make 280 knots. That’s amazing!” So they did.
Freedom Decentral: Free the Slaves copyright 2019, 2020, and 2026 Jim Davidson all rights reserved.
Okay; how does a boat make 280 knots? Even with MHD propulsion, it seems rather implausible. And how are these sky rods so maneuverible, they can constantly stay on a target making high-g maneuvers at Mach 6? Ronald Dump's Space Force has outdone itself!