Section III: The Resurrection - Chapter 21 • Programmed

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“A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.” ― Winston Churchill

4:40AM, April 6th, 2013

Undisclosed field, Netherlands, Holland

Seamus refused to tell me his big mystery. He said Viona had to do it, that he couldn't control what happened so it shouldn't rest on his hands. By the time she was done treating Beau, she was too tired and weak.

I watched her almost collapse as my brother, who wasn't much better, helped her to their room. He never worried about anything or anyone, but when it comes to her? He would give his life to heal her wounds.

They turned the corner, as did I, but I headed a different direction. I took a deep breath as I turned the handle to Beau's room, hoping my hunch was right. Sure enough, he was awake. I knew he wouldn't be able to sleep after all that; put too much on his mind.

"How'd you know I was awake?" He asked in a playfully suspicious manor.

"The years may have changed, but I knew you didn't." I slightly laughed as I grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to his bedside. "What's the damage?"

He groaned. "A lot of stab wounds, apparently punctured something I needed." Beau chuckled. "I got shot, with some fancy bullet. Viona had a word for it, but I can't remember what the Hell it was. She said it was a blessed bullet, and it was a miracle I was still alive. I don't know about that, but I do know I've run down my nine lives."

I sighed. "How much trouble did you get in while I was gone?"

"You win some, you lose some." He replied, then turned his head to look out the window to the full moon. "I forgot how, havin' you around stopped me from making mistakes. I got reckless, we all did."

"Is that your way of saying you missed me?" I asked teasingly.

He laughed. "Perhaps."

"I can't believe it." I slightly gasped. "You got a little soft over the years! Guess old dogs can learn new tricks."

"Goes both ways. You always were the jester, Finch, but I never knew a disappearing act was in your bag of tricks. Tell me, how'd you do it?"

"It wasn't easy. I found a witch, had her do a duplication spell. The spell only had such a long window, so I'm sure there isn't a body in my coffin anymore."

"Oh, trust me, we know." He interrupted me with a snit.

I shook my head, smiling. "I was on the run for a very long time. It took me seventy years, but I finally shut down The Vultures. Unfortunately, we have a much worse threat on our hands now."

"I don't want to think about that right now." He sighed. "I don't mean to be a pain, but I should sleep."

"Of course." I replied, standing from my chair.

I left the room, feeling even more weight on my shoulders. We went from saving a race, to saving the world. How in God's name did this happen?

8:20AM, April 7th

The morning sun had broken through the horizon. Colors of beauty painted the skies above the wheat fields as I drank my morning tea. The majority of the others were asleep, but Bell and I were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

She told me all about everyone here. According to her, they're all a little too serious for her liking. No wonder her and Beau get along so well.

Amongst our chatter, mostly her's, I could hear an unfamiliar voice echoing in the distance, but part of me found it friendly. It was a younger voice, talking to what seemed to be no one.

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