Chapter 21: Starting the Team
Rebbeca dropped Drake and Shawn off at Drake’s house, and then she and Danny headed to Abigail’s house. They walked up to Abigail’s front door and knocked. When she came to the door, she looked surprised.
“We need to talk,” Rebbeca told her.
“What happened to your arms?”
“That’s what we need to talk about.”
They walked in and into the kitchen.
“It was Sam,” Danny said. “He attacked her.”
“Look, I know Sam doesn’t like the idea of Danny and I being together,” Rebbeca said, “but, today he took it to a whole new level.”
“What do you mean?” Abigail asked.
“He was acting…I don’t know. I suppose you could say, like he was drunk.”
“Sam’s made it very clear that his drinking days are over.”
“Abby, he wasn’t acting like himself. Shawn had to punch him to get him to listen,” Danny told her.
“Is he okay?”
“Yeah, so am I, thanks for asking,” Rebbeca said, as she glared at Abigail.
“Sorry…wait right here.” Abigail left the room and came back with something. “Hold out your arm.”
She did as she said, and held out her arm. Abigail wrapped her right arm, then her left.
“Thanks,” Rebbeca said, as Danny helped her put her coat on.
“So, what was wrong with him?” Drake asked, as he walked in the house.
“Thanks for knocking,” Abigail said.
“I don’t know…something he said…” Rebbeca said
“Well it didn’t sound like Sam. It sounded like Dark Rose.”
“How is that even possible?” Drake asked.
“Caster. She uses her necklace, called The Stone of Darkness, to make people do what she wants,” Danny replied.
“Great. Now people are controlling each other.”
“Oh, yeah,” Rebbeca said. “Guess you missed that part.”
“But why would she target Sam?” Abigail asked.
“She didn’t, they did,” Danny said.
“Who are they?” Drake asked.
“The people I work for, and with.”
“They’re after me so they used Sam,” Rebbeca said.
“That would be my guess, although, I don’t know why they didn’t tell me.”
“So…who do you work for?” Drake asked Danny.
“The guy that we answer to goes by Retsacnal. His second in command is Shadow Sweeper, followed by a woman named Sarah Whitney.”
Abigail had a worried look on her face.
“What’s wrong, Abby?” Drake asked.
“My mother’s name was Sarah Whitney,” she replied.
“I doubt it’s the same person,” Danny shrugged.
“I’m sure it is. My mother had a power that she loved to misuse. She could make copies of anyone, control them, and make them do whatever she wanted.”
“So, you think it was a clone that died?” Rebbeca asked.
“Don’t you think that’s a bit crazy?” Drake asked.
“Of course I do,” Abigail replied. “But so is mind control, a machine that sees the future, and the ability to wear crystal as skin. Need I go on?”
“No, I think you proved your point.”
“So, why did she do it?” Rebbeca asked. “Why would your mom fake her death?”
“We could never figure out why she’d leave.”
Danny walked to the door and left, without a word.
“Where’s he going?” Drake asked.
“Who knows?” Abigail replied.
“Yeah. Well I have to go. Dark Vengeance has work to do,” Rebbeca said. As she turned to leave, she became dizzy again. She put her hand on the wall to brace herself, but her hand slipped and she hit the floor.
“Rebbeca!” Abigail quickly got down with her. “Drake, go get Danny.”
Rebbeca slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room. How did I get in my room? she thought. She turned her head and saw Danny sitting next to her bed. “What happened?”
“You passed out at Abigail’s,” Danny replied. “Or at least, that’s what we think happened.”
“Shouldn’t you be somewhere?” She sat up.
“Don’t worry about that.”
“Who let you in?”
“May. Your dad’s at work, but she told him what happened.”
“Great, that’s just what I needed, another reason for him to think I shouldn’t be in this business.” She stood up and put her hand on Danny’s shoulder to brace herself.
“I really don’t think you should be up.” He stood, ready to catch her if she fell.
“I’ll be fine, Daniel,” she said, as they headed for the stairs. “Besides, this isn’t the worst thing that’s happened to me.” She realized what she said, and looked up at Danny. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. Sometimes I need to be reminded of what I’ve done.”
They made it down the stairs and then to the dining room table. She sat down “How long was I out?”
“And you stayed?” Rebbeca sounded shocked. Danny nodded. “Why?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He bent down and kissed her.
He sat down next to her. “For what?”
“Everything.” She smiled. “You should go. I bet your team is waiting for you.”
“I wish, but you need to keep your spot under cover. I’ll be fine.”
“And what if you were my team?” he asked. “I’m tired of living as two people.”
“We both know the only way we can be together is if they’re in jail. I want nothing more than for you to be with me all the time…even in battle.”
“But we can’t.”
She shook her head. “Not yet.”
They stood up and walked to the door.
“I know, but we only see each other a few minutes a day, and most of the time, I have a gun pointed at you.”
“I know, but no one ever said this life was easy,” Rebbeca said. “I’m going to tell my dad about us.”
“I thought he knew.”
She shook her head. “The last he knew, you were a bad guy and we couldn’t be together. Which, by the way, was a lot of weight off his shoulders.”
“What if he doesn’t approve?”
“Even if he says no, it won’t change how I feel about you,” she said, as she hugged him. She then looked into his eyes. “You shot me and I’m still with you. Do you really think my dad can stop me?” She smiled. “Now, go lead your team into a trap and I’ll be here when you’re done.”
Danny kissed her on the forehead and then left. Rebbeca headed upstairs to her parents’ room, and found May on her bed looking at some papers.
“How do you feel?”
“You just need some rest.”
“That’s something I don’t have time for,” Rebbeca told her. “Why did you let him in?”
“No matter what your father thinks, I think he’s a nice young man.”
“Can you tell dad that?”
“Rebbeca…he’s not going to change his mind.”
“That’s fine, because in two days it won’t matter what he says.”
“Yes…” she sighed. “I know this is hard to hear, but he’s still your father. He loves you so much, and only has your best intentions at heart when he makes a decision.”
“You sound like you have some experience with annoying fathers.”
“That I do.”
“You don’t talk much about your past.”
“Not much to talk about.”
“Was my dad your first husband?” Rebbeca asked.
“Yes, but not my first relationship.”
“You didn’t’ get married ’til you’re in your forties. That your dad’s fault?”
“It’s no fault other than my own,” she said. “I was young and smitten with a young, handsome, rich man. My father didn’t approve.”
“No father ever does with guys like that,” she smiled. “So what happened?”
“That’s a story for another day.”
Rebbeca drove through downtown Kernsville, to the other side of town. She turned into a small neighborhood and parked her car. She got out and walked across the street to a house with a 1968 Dodge Charger in the drive way.
She walked up to the door and knocked. A few minutes later, Sarah James answered the door. “Rebbeca? What are you doing here?”
“You said to let you know if I was starting a team,” Rebbeca said.
“Because, I’m starting a team. And I need all the help I can get.”