Free Fallen Blood by Martin C. Sharlow Page A

it and his fries, but he decided to keep his strawberry milkshake just in case it would actually help a bit to get something into his stomach.

    "Where are you putting that all?"

    She was halfway done with his burger already. This was pretty surprising, considering her size and how big that cafe burger was.

    "What?" She looked up indignantly. "I haven't eaten in, like, two days?"

    True, he couldn't argue with that. He had offered her some breakfast earlier that day, but instead she had elected to run to her house. That whole thing didn't turn out brilliantly.

    "Bob, do you know of a motel or anything up ahead?" The man nodded. “Good, why don't you drop us off there, then?”

    "And I won't remember you, either." Bob responded. Brian wasn't sure, but he thought what he was saying was either getting shorter, or more disjointed. Either way, he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Whichever it was, it was definitely time to get off this train before he had to fuddle with this guy's brain again.

    "Well?" Heather asked, as the last of the hamburger disappeared into her mouth.

    "Well, first we need some sleep. Then...we will need to feed you again from the looks of that." He nodded to the two empty hamburger wrappings, "Then, we will have to decide what we wanna do with the rest of our lives."

    "Well, I know what I want." She said. "I want my Mama and Daddy back, and I'm going to go back and get them."

    Brian had to contain a sigh. He really wished she would get over that. He had to hear that time and again the entire day. Even the two agents that had recently woken up, had begun to complain about the incessant demands to go back after her parents. He had tried to tell her that they had no idea where the agents took them. That, in fact, these men in black may very well have taken them out of the country in one of those unmarked planes to a secret prison in some other country by now. One of the agents chuckled at his suggestion, but Heather would have none of that. Her entire plan was to go to the state police, or another town's police, where they wouldn't have been corrupted, and seek their help. Brian tried to persuade her against it, but she was adamant. He had tried to suggest the two agents right before he left them in an attempt to get some useful information about their situation, but like the first two, they seemed immune to his power of suggestion. Even after he had taken their sunglasses off, so apparently they didn't affect his power after all.

    That in itself told him he didn't want to mess with these people unless he had to. The way he saw it, they should just write them off as casualties, and if his ability to make suggestions continued to work, the two of them could move to Jamaica and live quite comfortably. Any of those thoughts and plans were being dashed with her pigheadedness. The only reason they were free now was because of him.

    If he had been just a normal teen like Chuck, they would both be locked up somewhere right now, most likely sharing a cell with some big, disgusting rapist. Well, maybe not him. In fact if he had just been normal, he would be at home right now oblivious of any of these goings-on. So, in a sense, he was the victim here, and yet she was the one going on about her parents, and her loss.

    "Alright, Heather. Suppose we do it like you want, but we do it in a way I want, just to make sure the whole country isn't compromised."

    "What do you mean?"

    "These agents are US agents. That means government types."

    She looked at him uncomprehendingly. He shook his head. "As in federal government."

    "Just because they said they were, doesn't mean they weren't lying." She said matter of factually.

    "I agree, but please, let's be careful."

    "I will be, Brian. But you know you don't have to go with me when we get to a new town. I won't tell them you were involved, I owe you that much."

    "I think you already did back at your home, in case you didn't remember."

    She smiled at him for the