The details of what happened weren't really important to my report. The FOI just wanted to know the reason behind my actions. Will I get praises for bravery or executed for crimes against my country? They wanted to know where Liam Archer disappeared to all these months and why I hadn't called them in sooner. Certainly, I wouldn't include in my report my visit to Jim Scooner in the middle of the night six months ago; although that visit was the catalyst in everything I did that followed.
Every decision in everyone's life is a choice between good and bad. Right and wrong. Even if the choice is between bad and not as bad, it is still a choice. Sometimes even the littlest decisions, the ones that don't even bring trepidation, the ones that seem automatic and involuntary, end up causing the largest alterations to life. Men like me don't have the option of decision by indecision. I cannot hide or avoid until the choice is made for me by others or circumstances. It is just a shame that my life took a turn where I had to choose between greater good for all or greater good for Liam.
The little cabin in the woods turned into headquarters for the FOI and its searcher teams. One of the benefits of this group being part of the select few that knew I was the vice-president's son, meant that I wouldn't be questioned for being there or why I had access to the reports on my eplate. The tech teams had scanned too many stale energy traces to determine if anyone other than Devaney had been in the cabin. Her traces were fresh enough to indicate she had definitely been there and, as recent as the morning of their arrival 24 hours earlier. There were traces in the wooded areas of the property and toward both creeks. They found some even up a 40-foot pine. The original agents were no longer there. They had been carted off for not using tech and tracing her there from the beginning. Reviewing the table of evidence; a scrap of towel with a note saying "Went for a walk", her shower toiletries, and dirty breakfast dishes, I noted my backpack was not there. Searchers were already on the move. Their choppers were in the air and ground men scattered surrounding areas. They knew she was on foot. I knew she was on foot.
If I stayed there and relied on their data, I wouldn't be able to beat them to her. I had to use my own faculties to find her first. Devaney wasn't a typical teenager. She was already a young woman mature beyond her years. She was beautiful and spunky and intelligent. Her cynical side would protect her. For some reason, my hunter instinct was not kicking in. There was a panic of concern for her wedged deep in the middle of a soft spot in my gut. I decided it didn't matter. Either could serve in finding her.
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Liquid Stone
ParanormalDevaney seeks the secrets of her new found power of healing, fights to avoid being killed by the new World Order like her parents, and innocently tries to help others on her journey back to her comatose younger brother. Along the way she finds hidde...
