The Superhero

Chapter 12

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. A sound woke me up and I discovered it was my earpiece radio. "James, James, come in are you there?" That voice sounded familiar. I sounded drowsy when I answered, "Heelllo, whoo isss it?" The voice answered, "It's an old friend, with a big surprise." Did that voice just tell me she was an old friend? "What are you taking about?" I asked as I got to my feet. "I'll explain later. Listen; we're circling around Washington DC but we can't see you, Where is you location? I stumbled out of the PEOC and past Ray and the other dead marines as I replied, "I just exited the PEOC and I'm exiting the Oval Office at the White House." "White House? PEOC?" "Long story short; SOW have the president and her family. I have no idea where," I answered back. "Ok wait at the Truman Balcony and we'll pick you up. Out." So I plodded through the center hall and I noticed something shiny on the floor. I grabbed from the floor and it was a piece of steel. Could it have been from an SOW troop? Too exhausted to care, I dropped and continued into the Oval Office Room. I lifted my legs to climb through one of the breached windows below the Truman Balcony. Pushing myself with my arms and legs, I got out through, almost cutting myself on the shattered glass. I unbuckled my helmet, leaned on the balcony and stared at the sun rising in the sky.

As I waited for whoever was going to pick me up, I heard a Whoosh in the distance. Using the binoculars, I looked around at Potomac River and Longbridge Park. Then I searched at Barry Farm, and something caught my eyes; three black figures that seemed as if  they heading straight for the White House. I zoomed through and to my surprise, they were who I thought I who never see again. It was my mom and Danielle Camp flying on the superhero's back! I lowered my binoculars. It couldn't be them, I had to be dreaming! I placed them back on my eyeballs and I wasn't. It was them! They smiled and waved to me as they drew near and I waved back. At last the superhero, with his suit soiled and dusty, landed on the White House South Lawn. As mom and Danielle dismounted the superhero, I sprinted down the stairs, through the lawn, and toward Danielle, mom, and the superhero. I grabbed my mom and hugged her.  Danielle who looked guilt-sticken put her arms around me and said "I'm sorry. I was wrong to doubt you. But I exchanged the hug and replied, "It's okay, it's okay." "I thought you were all dead," I said teary eyed. After a small conversation, I stared at the superhero and stretched out my hand to him. "Thank you." I said. 

"How did you survive?" I asked Danielle. "I saw you get punched in the face." "Well, Derek will have to try harder next time. He may have a suit, but he's just a dwarf." My mom told me after the superhero transported the captives, Dr. Weber, and her to Mexico, she became worried about me and demanded that he bring her to Washington D.C. to help, regardless of the danger the superhero warned her about. "Your mother is really stubborn," he replied. She also told me that they have warned Mexico about SOW and have recruited from every city; most citizens with combat experience to form a militia with the captives on the space station in Ensenada, Baja California, to fight back. "We have come to get you to join us. What do you say?" I was reluctant to join. I had gotten the marines killed, and I got blamed for getting Danielle killed when we were kids. But I remembered the words of what Commander Ray said to me. "Ok let's head to Mexico." 

So the superhero wrapped Danielle and mom in both of his arms while I climbed on his back and he launched from the ground with a loud expoding sound and took to the troposphere. As we kept flying, the superhero was careful not to rise into the stratosphere as there was zero oxygen for Danielle, mom, and I to breathe. After five minutes, we made it to Ensenada. As we soared through the damp vapor of clouds over the Port of Ensenada and some cruises ships, which were boarded with construction workers. I pondered what would become of us? In other words, how would we communicate with the Mexican people who are willingly working with us? "I asked the superhero about this and he replied, "No worries, there will be interpreters there and I can speak every language too." We circled around every street from 6TA Calle to 7MA Calle and so on trying to search for our allys until something shot from 9NA Calle in the air and exploded in a puff. I pulled out my binoculars and spotted Dr. Weber and bunch of other people waving and calling right at us. It was clear he had fired a signal flare to get our attention.