Capturing Ella

Chapter 46 - Joe

Overlapped perspective with Chapter 45

I jogged into the field in front of the warehouse, grinning uncontrollably. For the last 20 odd days we had been running from these people who wanted to kill us, who had gone through all the effort and intent to stalk us down every step of the way, keep us on our toes the entire time and never able to rest in the fear they would just reveal themselves one day and kill us both. But now, it was over. We had disabled the bombs, and the two main individuals who wanted our deaths so bad were completely knocked out in their living quarters. Ella was unplugging the last bomb now and then we'll be free. We can start our lives together properly and not in middle classed hotel room in Barnstaple.

Hey Jake – it's Joe. You know... your brother. I telepathically contacted him, wincing at the strain it was to speak telepathically to him over nearly 250 miles. Suddenly, the strain was lifted as I guess Ella's gift kicked in but it still caused a slight headache.

Joe, you dumb fuck. You're not meant to be contacting us telepathically, you know the risks – what do you want? Jake snapped back, and I knew the situation he was in at the moment was very tense. I knew he had looked up from the paperwork he was head deep in to look at Michael, who was also on the other side of the desk flipping through mountains of paperwork. But they weren't at base. Hopefully, when we flagged up in Bude they had started to move down. That was the hope, anyway.

Ella and I have sorted out the bombs – they have been disposed off and Ella is currently disconnecting them entirely. The terrorists who's motive was to prove that Savant's can use their gifts for evil despite all these organisations have also been knocked out and we would like you to come pick us up please – the small dead island north of Lundy, please.

What? What do you mean you've sorted out the bombs? You're making no sense – are you drunk eleven in the morning? Jake asked incuriously.

No, I'm not drunk. I'll say it again. The terrorists are knocked out, and will remain unconscious for quite a while. The three bombs are being dismantled by Ella as we speak, and we would require you to pick us up from the small uninhibited island just north of Lundy – you should be able to recognise it there is a fire in one of the outhouses.

What? I won't ask, you can explain it later to us. I'll deploy a helicopter and some lads down there ASAP. Don't do anything stupid in the mean time... but well done, bro.

Jake cut off, clearly not believing what I had just said to him but I was so relieved that he trusted me enough to come and pick us both up. I turned around, and still no sign of Ella. To be fair, she had to make sure the bombs were disabled entirely before leaving. Everything could go back to being normal now. I could go back to living at home with my parents and get ready and start packing to move into my flat at the end of August – just over a month away but they'd probably bring it forward now. I could go back to having the limited social life I normally had and going out with Jason but I could do all of this with my girl. I didn't entirely look forward to getting Jason to meet Ella even though I knew how well they would get on. They had the exact same attitude and would probably enjoy swimming with each other whilst I would just stand there in the pool. Ella had managed to teach me how to swim whilst we were down here, and how to stand up on a surfboard but that was about it.

But we were both still alive, so I had a promise to keep. I told Ella that I would marry her if we got out of here alive, and we were getting out of here. I smiled to myself as I knew I had my promise to keep. I was going to propose to her – but not the second we got back to base. She deserved something way better than that. I looked across the sea, and as the hot sweltering day continued I could see clearly down the north coast of Cornwall across the beaches that we first arrived on. Insane – the safe house that we were completely "safe" house in was visible from the terrorist's warehouse. But I would take her back down to the place she said she wanted to go when it was all over, the place I said I'd take her and take her down to the same beach at sunset and propose to her. I smiled to myself knowing everything had started to go well. Not only that a few nights ago I had another dream about Ella's future, her with our daughter lying on her chest. The baby girl was only a few months old but it took place early next year. Since we had got together my gifts were become more and more precise so it was fairly safe to say that Ella was pregnant with our baby girl at the moment but I wouldn't tell her. However, I did managed to mess up on pronouns and refer the baby as our daughter and she demanded me to repeat what I said but I managed to avoid the situation. This would be the start of our new life.