The Escape

Chapter Thirteen

*Jon Mason*

It's been almost 3 months since Taylor was taken away from me. In those months I've spent day and night trying to get my radios working again to get a signal out. Locating both Taylor and now Heather is proving to be harder than I'd thought, but I can't give up. I won't give up. Not on her.

I was sitting in my office thumbing through news reports on missing persons to suspicious vehicle sightings. Anything to get a lead on either of them. Taylors mom, Pamela walks into the room with my mother and I could tell they were concerned about me. Not now, please. My mom gently placed her right hand on my shoulder as she says to me, "Jon honey."

"You need to rest. You need to conserve your strength."

I looked over at the corner of my desk at a picture a of Taylor and I at the beach. I told my mom, "How can I rest if I don't even know she's alive?" I replied. "We've been looking for months and have gotten nothing!"

Pamela stood in front of my desk as she says to me, "Everyone here is doing everything they possibly can to locate both your sister and Taylor. You just need to have faith."

Have faith. I quickly got up and threw a vase at the wall out of frustration. I started pacing back and forth as I shouted, "They've been working for nearly two months and have found nothing!-" I took a deep breath as I felt like I was about to have an anxiety attack. How can I have faith if I don't have any answers?

I continued, "I promised Taylor that we'd never give up on each other. No matter what!" I then ran my hair through my hair as I clenched onto my head, "I've been trying so hard for so long to not give up. But I can't take not hearing her voice and seeing her right in front of me knowing that she's okay!" I let go of my head as my mom came over to me and hugged me.

She held me tight in her arms as I cried, "I don't know what to do mom! I can't lose her again!"

My mom says to me, "I know its hard sweetie." I felt her kiss the top of my head as she tells me, "If you can't find faith. Find faith in Taylor."

I took a deep breath as I told my mom, "Sometimes I just wish I was as strong as she is."

Out of nowhere, I heard my Dad's voice, "You are son." I wiped my tears away as he says to all of us, "And I wouldn't give up just yet."

Mr. Schultz was standing behind my dad as we followed them into the control room. He then turns on the main motor and then pats me on the back, "I think we found them kid."

I looked up at the transmission waves on the screen. Holy crap! My heartfelt like it was gonna stop. I told them, "Put that sound on the intercom. Now!"

After months of our tech experts searching, I finally got to hear her voice again. "My name is Taylor Mason of Division Thirteen." Said Taylor. Oh my god! She's alive. She then says, "I'm currently being held prisoner by Vladimir Patterson from Division Five."
"I don't know how many imprisoned allies are in here alongside me. Along with our enemies."

The connection started fading. "What's going on?" I snapped.

"Signals dropping sir." Replied a technician.

Mr. Schultz then starts giving out orders, "Somebody get a damn GPS location on them now!"

"How do we keep the connection from fading?" I asked Mr. Schultz.

Mr. Schultz then calmly says to me, "Taylor's just gonna have to keep giving us as much information as she can. Anything at this point will have to do."

"Is there a way we can increase the transmission waves on there end!" Mr. Schultz called out.

One of the female technicians answers, "With the microchip implanted in Heather's mouth. I'm afraid any higher than 20 KHz could kill her."

Damn it! I crouched down to think for a second and then sprung back up, "What if we increase it on our end?"

Pamela walks down to the technician's floor as the girl answers, "We can try."

"Do it," Pamela replied.

We listened as Taylor's autio come in loud and clear. Thank god! Taylor continues on, "My guess is anywhere from 700 to 900 prisoners ranging between the ages of 16 to 65 years of age. That is with enemies included." Taylor then says sounding very sad, "Darius and Eli, if you are hearing this."

Darius and Lelia came running downstairs to listen to the transmission. Lelia asks me, "You've found them?"

"Hush!" I snapped.

"I'm so sorry!" Taylor cried. "Nik is gone." I turned to see Darius on his knees crying out for his brother. Lelia cradled him in her arms as Taylor then says, "Nik gave his to protect me harm. A boy named Kyle Patterson is the one who killed him." 

"He told me to tell you Darius that he loved you, very much. And that he wished he'd been apart of your life more. I believe that Nik couldn't handle this life anymore. A lot of people here are feeling the same way. Which is why we need to fight harder than ever to change things before more lives are lost."

"How much longer on a location?" I asked.

Pamela answers, "3 minutes."

"There's one more thing that I need to mention." Taylor Said. She took a big breath as she came out with it, "My time might be cut short if anyone here finds out this secret. My secret."

The lead technician calls out, "Got the location."

"Hush damnit!" I snapped.

Taylor then says, "It was brought to my attention earlier today. A piece of information regarding Dominion knowledge that if a woman was believed to be pregnant. No harm was to come to her from either side. I have a feeling that Vladimir will bend those rules for his own personal gain."

"What are you talking about Taylor?" I muttered to myself.

"So Jon if you are hearing this." Taylor paused for a moment. "Your going to be a father." She sniffles and finishes, "And I'm afraid the longer I'm here. My life line is sure to run out. So please, hurry!"

The screen goes to black as the location then appeared. My Dad then asks me, "Son. Are you okay?"

I'm gonna be a Dad. Just hearing that from Taylor hit me hard. "How much time would it take to get there?"

"Two days." He answered.

I told him, "A day and a half rest should do the trick for me. In the meantime see to that everything is prepared."

I turned to the whole auditorium of people and announced, "Everyone listen up! We leave here in four days! I suggest you rest up and prepare what you'll need!"