Mexico
By Rhyo
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Notes: My brain is still stuck in the Resurrection Series - this
the prequel, before Dolimir's first story. AND it fits in the "crossed
wires" theme.
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The police cruiser paced him for almost two miles, but he wasn't really
worried. A single patrolman, no matter how well-armed or alert, was no match
for him. No, the real hunters would come later, when they'd had a chance to
piece together what had happened and who could have done it. For now, he'd
changed cars and appearance twice during the day and was confident he was not
being followed.
He kept his speed exactly five miles an hour over the limit and made sure that
he was neither the slowest nor fastest car on the highway. Minutes and miles
crept by as he carefully thought about nothing at all. Finally he saw the sign
for his exit; in another four miles he would turn north and head for Dulles.
The cruiser accelerated and passed him, the patrolman not even glancing his way
as he passed.
The packet with his passport and his tickets for Mexico sat on the seat beside
him and he glanced down at the slim folder that held his future. A new
identity, a little money in an offshore bank and a future that did not involve
Sentinels or Shafer. He reached down to touch the packet and noticed that his
right hand was shaking slightly. Adrenaline, he supposed, though he'd thought
himself beyond that.
Distantly, he heard the voice he'd been hearing all day, speaking the one word
it said over and over. At first he'd thought it was just his ears ringing from
the amount of C-4 he'd used to bring the building down in a satisfyingly
thorough way, but the whisper had just kept repeating, getting louder each
time.
"Cascade," the voice said, the whisper seductive and soft.
His planned destination was Mexico. Mexico and safety. Safety. Freedom.
Solitude.
"Cascade," the voice whispered, more insistent.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly. Mexico.
"Cascade," the whisper came again. "Cascade and J---"
"No!" He was breathing hard and he struggled to take calming, deep
breaths. He was relatively safe for now, but going back to Cascade would be
foolish. When they came looking for him, it would be simple enough to trace his
history back. It would be the first place they would come looking.
"Cascade."
There was nothing left in Cascade for him, no good reason to go back.
"Cascade."
The exit for Dulles flashed by. He didn't need to look at the map. He knew how
to get home.
"Cascade," he whispered.
Fin
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