The Spoken Truth

Chapter Fifteen: Invasion

After the huge feast we all sat down on the comfortable couch and talked about what was going to happen tomorrow.

         I had heard enough nonsense about leaving me at home and saying that I would get killed, so I stood up and yelled, “I can help!” 

         “Marcie…hear us out,” Clyde said putting his hand on my shoulder to get me to sit back down, “it’s like a battle field out there…bodies will be flying and blood will be everywhere.” His statement gave me a shiver down my spine.

         “Clyde and I will think about it,” Clyde gave Derrick a stern look and he said, “yes…we will think about it, because you could be a great addition to our group.” I forced a smile and looked back at Clyde who was mimicking Derrick’s expression.    

It was at least ten or eleven until the guys were tired enough to go to bed. I was frightened that Clyde wouldn’t take me along with him and Derrick to the Eiffel. In fact, I was so scared that I didn’t sleep at all that night.

         It was exactly two in the morning when I heard a knock on the door. At first I thought I was hallucinating, but then I heard it again except this time it was a lot louder.

         “Hello?” It was Clyde.

         “Yeah, I’m coming,” I hopped out of bed and started toward the door.

         “Hurry!” He screamed. I opened the door, “They’ve found us,” he said with his face nervous with fear. I heard a gun shot from the hallway and covered my head.

         “Don’t worry,” he said holding on to my arm, “Derrick has it under control.”

         “What are we going to do? Where are we going to go?”

         “Don’t worry,” he repeated, “that’s my job.”

         “Oh,” I groaned, “why don’t I feel relieved?” I heard another gunshot and a thump on the ground; I gasped.

          “It’s OK. Everything is going to be fine,” his expression looked pretty sure about his statement, but who knew what he was really thinking. He pulled me out into the hallway. I saw the entire house on fire; I saw a dead body sitting up against the wall; I saw blood running out of its chest. I felt my knees grow weak and Clyde’s arms grab my waist.

         “Come on; it’s time to go know,” his voice was so soft like he was used to this kind of action. It took us seconds to get out of the house; there were ten, beautiful dead bodies lying in the house. Derrick was the one I was worried about. I knew that he had been training for this exact thing, but what if he hadn’t trained hard enough? What would we have done then?

         I watched as the remaining six women ran to their Ferrari and started it up.  It wasn’t long until Derrick was by my side drenched in French blood with his knees wobbling.

         “Are You OK?’ I asked him holding on to his hand. I saw Clyde look at me with jealously.

         “Yeah I’m fine. We need to get out of here,” he looked back at the house and said, “There are still some more, only a few, that are only unconscious.”

         We hurried in to the car, Clyde sat in the front and Chad sat in the driver’s seat. There was only one spot left in the tiny car and that was in the back. I sat down and buckled my seat belt. We drove off on to the highway followed by the three ladies. 

         “What did they want?” Clyde asked Derrick who was looking panicked. He didn’t reply until Clyde poked his shoulder.

         “Oh…umm, I don’t really know. They did seem to be looking around for something, but I don’t know what.”

         “Are you sure they weren’t looking for the bomb?” I asked. They both looked at me with a, don’t talk right now look. I rolled my eyes and looked outside the small window. I did really pay attention to their conversation and after an hour or so in the car I drifted off to sleep.

         When I woke up I felt someone’s arms under my legs and back. I looked up and saw Clyde’s face. I decided to rest my head back on this chest and soon enough I fell back to sleep.

         “They really shouldn’t have been able to find the safe house like that,” I heard Derrick say.

         “Yeah, I agree. I was sure I lost them back on de Grenelle,” Clyde replied.

         “Here you go,” it was a woman; her voice made her sound old, “are you sure she’s OK?”

         “Oh yeah she’s just sleeping. She didn’t get much sleep last night, because of—well you know,” said Clyde and patted my side. I sat up a few minutes later.

         “Where are we?” I asked sounding sort of clueless.

         “We are at my grandmother’s house,” said Derrick. I looked at the old lady looking living room. There was a small TV in front of the couch that we were sitting on and Clyde had his feet up on a coffee table. I saw a dining area on the other side of the room and a kitchen. I was a sweet little house, but it didn’t look big enough for all of us to have our own rooms.

         “Where are we all going to sleep?” I asked.

         “Oh, I haven’t decided that yet,” Derrick replied.

         We all went over to the kitchen table to have lunch. I was starving; none of us had had breakfast. So this was sort of a brunch type thing. Mrs. Gellman had laid out sandwiches, chips, a salad, and sodas.

         “It looks great, Mrs. Gellman. Thanks,” I said thankful of her generous hospitality.

         “No problem at all.”

         Once we were all done eating, Derrick had finally decided where we were all going to sleep.

         “Marcie you are going to sleep in Clyde’s room on the guest bed and Clyde you will be sleeping on the couch—if that’s OK—in the living room. And I will sleep in Grand’s room,” his face merged into a large grin. I stood up and grabbed my suitcase and headed toward my room. I felt bad that Clyde had to sleep on the couch, but I was glad that I didn’t have to. When I closed the door I heard Clyde and Derrick talking in the other room about their mission and how it was all going to work out.

         “OK, well I have the papers here that Neilson gave me,” Clyde’s voice was so different when he talked about his job.

         “OK, can I see them?” I heard Derrick say.

         “Here you go.”

         “Here it is…right here…look.”

         “Oh yeah,” they paused to look at the papers.

         “Umm, what do we do then?” asked Clyde.

         “Look…right there it says it—“ I was getting tired of listening to them talking when I heard a knock on the door. I heard Clyde and Derrick get out of the room and come in mine.

         “Who is it?” I asked them. Neither of them answered until there was another knock.

         “I don’t know…” Clyde finally answered.