Revelation Against the Nation Series: Legacies and Secries (Book 1)

Chapter 2: Mystery Lead

The results that had shown up was beyond my range of expectation! The digitized articles and videos that were listed down my lit LCD monitor summed up into one saying: "Megan Baker was KIA!"

Forming coherent thoughts in my scattered-brain mind wasn't worth the trouble. Questions raced around inside its depths with no clarity of where to start. The end seemed further and further with each question that appeared. Each question that entered left just as quickly. These bullet-train thoughts were succeeding in pummeling my mind into submission. Nothing I did provided answers to these fleeting savages.

She's supposed to be dead! How has no one realized this before? Why am I the only one on the whole base to dig this up? As multiple questions began to appear once again, the answers were out of sight. Other activities I had that day were higher on my priority list, but these questions needed answers.

After closing my pristine metallic silver laptop, I put it back in the bag so I knew where it would be. I strolled to my bedroom and placed it between my dresser and bed. I looked at the digital clock hanging on my wall to see what the time was.

08:45 the time read as my eyes widened with surprise. Crap! Time is moving faster than I expected! I need to quit sliding on thin ice! I'm going to end up being late if I don't hurry. That's not setting a good example for the team!

I hastily buttoned my issued Army fatigues, fumbling with each button, trying to insert each one into its corresponding hole. I scooped my cap up, jamming it on my head as I grabbed my .50 caliber Barret that had a camouflaged pattern on it with sandy yellow and white paint.

Being a hurricane in the moment, I flew out the rickety wooden door causing it to slam shut with a resonating thud. Every head turned in my direction indicating that the sound travelled further than I realized. The confusion on their faces showed no understanding. Oh well! I don't have time to care at the moment. Let's go, let's go!

Planning to deal with the questions when I got back, I took off with lightning speed. My legs were churning like engine pistons. Running at top speed as sweat ran down my face, it felt like death was choking me as I gasped for air, but I refused to slow down or give in. The run from my barrack to the rally point was cut to twenty minutes from my usual half hour. It was my best personal record.

Flying through the barren building's doors, I fell to the floor gasping for air. The air was depleted from my lungs making it a slight struggle to get more in. Not to mention, my throat was on the verge of closing up with each breath I took. I laid there on the floor, trying to suck in as much air as I could. As I did so, Private David Collins and a few other "early birds" from other platoons came rushing toward me with concern.

"Are you alright?" Private Collins inquired as he extended his right hand for me to grab hold of. I clamped to his hand as he pulled me onto my feet. Suddenly, I leaned on him as I did my best to try and catch my breath to stand on my own.

"I'm okay," I retorted between a few breaths as I slowly began to stand on my own, "I'm just a little winded is all. I'll be okay." Wearily, I looked around this wasteland called a building. Noticing only a few others here, other than myself and those who came to check on me, I took a couple of straggly steps toward the couch and small number of chairs before the strength in my legs had returned enough to walk normally again.

There was nothing unusual about the way people showed up. "Early birds" always showed up way before the start of the briefing while the others were always staggering in last minute, but not considered late.

Upon slowly reaching the couch, all of the platoons gathered together near the furniture in the room. I had no choice, but to be part of the conversation since they gathered around the area I happened to be sitting at. Conversations happened when people were waiting. It was the only thing that we could occupy ourselves with.