Free Regenesis (Book 1): Impact by Harrison Pierce Page A

a
snake on his right forearm, and carried a silver Colt M1911 in his hand.
    They
stopped. Victor frowned asked, confused, “Nick?”
    Nick
took aim and shot Victor twice, once through the chest and a second time
through his stomach. He looked at Ian, slowly aimed the gun at him, and nearly
fired off another round when an administrator heard the shots and rushed out to
investigate. Nick turned his gun on the man, killed him, and by the time he
turned back to attack Ian, Ian had fled.
    ---*---
    2:35 PM
    Bothell, Washington
     
    “Jordan?
It’s Rachel, just wondering where you are. I’m waiting for you at Stipek
Park…you said you’d meet me here, but I don’t see you. Call me, bye.” Rachel
hung up and let out a breath.
    She
sat in the middle of the park on a sweltering day in black jeans and a black
and gray striped long sleeved shirt. Whatever possessed her to wear that sort
of outfit on that type of day was beyond her, and all Rachel knew was that she
desperately needed to consider the weather before she selected her outfit for
the day.
    The
park she sat in was relatively small, though lively at the same time. On her
right was a basketball court where a small pickup game was held and next to
that was an area full of play equipment where children played under the
supervision of their parents. To the left of her was an open field where a
make-shift baseball game was going on. However, since the field was so near the
road the players tried to mind the street and avoid any interaction with the
passing cars. Twenty people played the game and another fifteen sat nearby and
watched.
    Her
cell phone vibrated. She saw it was Jordan and answered, “Where are you?”
    Jordan
apologized and told her he was all the way out in Wenatchee. “I completely
forgot about today and agreed to join some buds from school to make a run out
here for some supplies.”
    Rachel
scowled and with a bitter sigh forgave him. “Just call me once you’re back so
we can do something, alright?”
    “Sure.”
He hesitated a moment after realizing his error and asked whether there was
anything she wanted him to get her. “They’ve got premium stuff out here you
know. I can get pretty much whatever we need from this guy I know.”
    She
told him she would manage and left their conversation there. Rachel hung up and
cursed under her breath. She stowed her phone in her pocket and sat glaring at
the ground.
    “Pardon
me, but would you mind if I sat here with you?”
    Rachel
glanced up at a young man who seemed roughly her age. He smiled and wore a dark
gray sweater, clean, iron pressed black slacks, and the young man had a deep
olive colored pack slung over his shoulder. His hair was well kept and medium
length.
    She
couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you dying out here wearing all of that today?
It’s nearly ninety-five degrees out.”
    He
smirked, “I could ask you the same thing.” She gave her permission and he
joined her on the wooden bench. The young man then asked if she was a student
at the local high school. “You see, I’m an exchange student and I’m trying to
become acquainted with as many possible familiar faces as I can.”
    “Where
are you from?”     
    “Romania.”
    “Uhh…where
is that?” she asked, embarrassed.
    He
only smiled, “It is in Europe, north of Greece and west of the Black Sea.”
    “So
do you speak Romanian then?”
    “Yes,
however I was raised bilingual so I should not have any problems talking to
anyone, aside from my accent that is.”
    “It’s
hardly noticeable.”
    “Well
thank you.”
    “Have
you registered for your classes yet?” she asked.
    “No,
your principal told me that I would register on the twenty-fourth of August.”
    “Oh.
Well, who are you staying with? Maybe I know them.”
    “It’s
actually a rotational stay, so I move around every few months…and I have to
admit that I do not remember their names,” he admitted.
    “Don’t
worry, it’s not that important to me. I was