Betrayal: Book 3 of the Guardians Saga

Ch. 15.2 Reboot The Mission Redeaux

"He deserved it."

"No he didn't. I would have regretted that. Anyway, he's been trying to make it up to me and we've been trading verbal jabs ever since. Sad and painful." Alex sighed.

"That's all in the past," Gabe said. "How about a hot shower? You love those. I left the bathing suits here."

Alex grinned at him. "Did I tell you about the time Rile dumped ice water on me and Gabe in the shower?"

Gabe hissed again. "Sounds like him."

Alex laughed and sat up. "Don't be grumpy. I'm trying to make you laugh. Gabe tackled him and I was ready to blast him. Meanwhile, Rile is making fun of us for wearing bathing suits and Cale is ready to die of embarrassment. Looking back, it is funny."

"If you say so. I'd rather shower ice-free."

Alex stood up and stretched. "I doubt either of your brothers will ambush us. What about your nephews?"

"Caleb, never. Rafe? Maybe. But we have bathing suits and that boy would be so grounded."

"It'll make a funny story for generations," Alex said. "Let's go." She held out her hand to him and he laid his in hers. Alex hummed happily as they walked to the shower.

**

The weeks passed peacefully. The older Alex would return from her various missions and then soothe Rile on her return.

Once he was pacified, she and Rile would take their children hiking and picnicking and camping on the grounds.

The younger Alex felt badly for Cale, as he was odd man out once her older counterpart returned. Once she told Gabe that, he included his quiet middle brother in their times in the workshop and during meals.

The older Alex had left for a short trip to New Orleans, so routine that even Rile grumbled less than usual.

It was afternoon when there was a thud on the front door. Cale rushed over, looked through the peephole, and quickly opened the door, only to have the older Alex fall onto him.

"Rile! Come quick!" Cale carried her to the couch.

Rile rushed over to his wife and knelt beside her.

"I was set up." Alex's voice was weak.

"What happened? I told you to quit the agency." Rile stroked her hair and felt her pulse. He gently touched over her body, looking for wounds.

"I know, but Rile, they know about Caleb and Rafe and they want them." Alex clutched his arm. "We can't let them take our children."

"Calm down. We can handle anything they've got." Rile found a bullet wound and held up his hand.

Cale quickly placed a towel in his hand and Rile pressed it to the bloody hole.

"No, you don't understand," Alex protested.

"Hush now." Rile lifted the towel and peered closer at her.

"But-" Her words were broken off by violent, bloody, coughing.

Gabe and the younger Alex dashed in.

"Alex, please take her to a hospital." Gabe's voice was well-controlled. "Cale, take the children to one of the old hunting cabins. Take the one farthest from the lake. We'll fall back to there."

"Is that all we're going to do?" Rile exploded and stood up "We are going to get these—"

His angry words were cut off by a hesitant touch on his leg.

"Is Mom going to die?" Rafe asked and Caleb nodded his agreement with the question.

Rile looked down at the two little faces stricken with grief and worry.

"No, absolutely not." He picked them up and they embraced his neck but Caleb began to cry. "All right Gabe, we do it your way for now. But once everyone's safe, I'll pay back whoever's responsible." He started out the door.

"Mom! Mom!" Caleb cried and reached out to her on the couch.

"Hush, she'll be fine. She'll go to the hospital and the doctors will make her better."

Gabe picked up the wounded woman from the couch and asked the younger Alex, "Do you know the way to the hospital?"

"Yes, I went with her to an appointment there last week. You take the kids to safety."

"We'll meet at our usual cabin on the lake after we've hidden the children."

The younger Alex nodded, took Gabe's burden, and speed burst out the door.

**

"I have to tell you something," the older Alex said as they flew.

Alex was surprised that her counterpart could talk. "Save your strength. We'll come back for you."

"No, don't take me to the hospital. I cut a deal with Brockner. He'll stop the moles who shot me and let the others go. He wants me in exchange. You must take me to him."

"Sorry, no."

"You must. You understand. We have to save the children at all costs." The older Alex grabbed her shirt with a bloody hand.

"I understand. But if you die, he won't honor your bargain. So off to the hospital for you." The younger Alex could be firm, too.

"No, no," she moaned

"It'll be okay. Brockner wants an Alex, right? Any one will do."

"You can't go."

"Why not? He'll never know the difference. Besides, compared to Morgan, the guy's a wimp. He can't hurt me. This must be why I was Called here," the younger Alex said with more confidence than she felt.

The whole thing was just too weird to think about. She shut down her mind and operated at brainstem level, flying through the ER entrance.

The door slammed against the wall with a satisfactory crash. She dumped her wounded counterpart onto the nearest stretcher, shoved it under the nose of an astonished nurse, and streaked out again. Alex was grateful for a medical system that had to accept everyone.

***

After flying so far and so fast, Alex was forced to take a slower pace back. When the house came into sight, she circled lower.

With shock she saw cars parked carelessly all over the yard, their wheels crushing carefully tended gardens. A group of people waited in the yard, looking up at the sky, looking at her.

"Brockner," she called out. "We had a deal? Is it still on?" Her heart broke when she saw Caleb and Rafe among the group, weapons trained on them.

"Of course, come down."

One of the men nudged another and they moved backwards.

Brockner sharply motioned to two other men. "Relieve those two of their weapons and cuff them. They are working counter to us." Then he looked up again. "The two moles have been eliminated. It's safe to come down now."

"Safe is a relative term," Alex muttered to herself before calling out, "First tell your men to back off. I don't want accidental shots being fired."

The men looked to Brockner who nodded, and then they lowered their guns and stepped back.

"Better." Alex landed in front of Brockner.

"Are you ready?" Brockner's tone sounded like she had better be more than ready.

"Keep your shorts on. I want to say goodbye." She deliberately turned her back on him.

"Alex, what kind of deal are you talking about?" Gabe asked.

Before she could answer, a voice chilled her soul.

"Interesting metaphor, Alex," Morgan said.

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