Thursday, November 17, 2011

Hello I’m Savannah

For most of my life, being impervious to colds and accidents was just just my little lady luck staying by my side.  A year ago I found out that my little lady luck was Satan!!! Well actually not Satan but what I would like to call the higher branches of US government.

A few years before I was born my mother was desparate for cash so she signed up for an experiment conducted by the Pentagon. They told her they were trying to find a way to isolate genes that makes our white blood cells attack foreign bodies while some foreign bodies go free. They were looking to make super white blood cells that kills all foreign bodies but will ignore living and metal transplants. She participated for a year. Nothing really came out of her that they needed so they let her go. They paid her enough that she could afford to buy a house and survive for a while.

She eventually ended up working for the government as an aide for a senator in the House. There she met my father.  He was a charming man according to my mother. I never met the man. He left my mom when she announced she was pregnant. She raised me as best as she could. She had friends and some family helping us out in times of need, but we were happy. My mom said that I was such a problem free baby. I never got sick or injured.

A year ago, I found out that the gov’t has been trying to get ahold of me. They think I’m the key to germ warfare that has been plaguing our country for the past year. The Pentagon wants to dissemble me. The NSA wants to keep me prisoner to drain my blood when needed. I don’t care to be in either of these predicaments so I’ve been on the lam for a year. If they just let me live my life and let me contribute to the cause, I wouldn’t have an issue. They think they own me and therefore can do whatever they want to me. They thought wrong. I am not an object! I won’t let a man treat me like a possession, why would I let our government? Well it’s not my gov’t any longer. I’m going to defect. But will I be safe anywhere else?

An agent, Dillon, whom the FBI and CIA sent to apprehend me last year has been my angel. He has a conscience. He knew what was going on was not right, so he switched sides. He has been helping me get out of dodge. I’m rather fond of him. He’s been a great guy. Not to mention very easy to look at. He’s also AWOL (absent without leave). We’re like Bourne in Bourne Supremacy. We just aren’t trained assassins. Well maybe he is. We move around a lot but we also keep up with the gov’t's actions so we know how to proceed.

During our adventure we learned a few things about my condition. Well it’s not really a condition. I’m impervious to most gun shots. I doubt I’d survive a bullet to my head or my heart. Well I never tested that out and don’t plan on it. I have been shot. In matter of hours my body rejected the bullet. Seriously! It actually spit it out like Wolverine and repaired the damage. Both Dillon and I freaked out over it. Am I an mutant? No. Just a gov’t experiment once removed. I am curious what else I may be impervious to.

“Van, what are you scribbling down over there? I need you to be alert!” Dillon scolds me. That’s what he calls me. It’s his shortening of my name, Savannah.

“Oh nothing. Just thought I should write my memoirs.” I say as I close up the book.

“Your memoirs huh? Am I in it?” He chuckles.

“Depends if you continue to help me survive this.” I respond. Dillon is such a wise ass. I’m surprised he didn’t have any sort of comeback. He must be tired.

“Maybe we should find a place to rest.” I suggest.

“Nah, I’m good. We have to make it to Socorro by nightfall. We are behind an hour. We just can’t chance it.” Dillon responds.

“Sorry about the hold up in El Paso. I really didn’t expect to be so long.” I apologize to him.

“It wasn’t your fault. It was that incompetent women behind the desk. Made me think that she knew who you were and was stalling for time. That’s why I really want to make sure we are at our safe point by nightfall.” Dillon says, “We can’t take any chances.”

“Thank you again for helping me out. I jeopardized your life as well. If this is ever over, I owe you big time. I don’t even know how I can repay you for this.” I say somberly.

“You don’t owe me anything. What’s going on is not right. I was raised to do what’s right. Turning you in was not part of the equation. So don’t worry about it.” Dillon consoles me.

“I got to. I can’t have have such a huge debt.” I say with a bit of stubbornness.

“Fine, you can repay me by surviving.” Dillon looks at me with a smirk.

“Look, Socorro 10 miles!!” I exclaim. He smiles and pats my leg.

Does he know he shouldn’t do that? I have been harboring a crush on him since I saw him take down another agent. He looked so manly and precise at that moment. I was so enthralled with him that I wasn’t paying attention and I got shot in the arm. The person knew not to kill me, so they shot me where there were no arteries. He was good. Dillon was better. Without even a long range rifle, he manage to shoot the agent. By time this incident was over, I was bloody and Dillon was glistening with sweat. He looked so hot that I didn’t even react when he swooped me up and carried me into our getaway car.

Once we were safe, he looked at my arm just as my body was rejecting the bullet. It freaked both of us out. He didn’t talk to me for a couple of hours after that. That was a very lonely couple of hours. That’s when I figured out that he couldn’t like a freak like me.

“Earth to Van. We are here.” Dillon says managing to bring me out of my head.

“Already?” I mumble in disappointment.

“What? You still want to be sitting in the car?” Dillon asks a bit too sarcastic.

“Whatever” I mumble.

He shakes his head and gathers our stuff together. I follow him to a house that’s isolated. He opens the door for me. I enter thinking the place would be dirty, but it was spotless. I turned to him and he gave me a big smile.

“I had a pal come clean the place.” he says as he walks past me to a bedroom where he dropped my bags. “I’ll be in the next room.”
Then he leaves me.

I flop down on the bed. The room was nicely decorated. The walls were off white or cream colored. I got up and walked to the dresser to find a note addressed to me. Well not my name but “to the woman traveling with Dillon”. Curious, I open it and closed my door. The paper inside read as follows.

“Beware of how close you get to Dillon. He will betray you. He will protect you. Not out of the kindness of his heart but for monetary reasons. He may have a reason to keep you safe. For him to protect you I assume your life is in danger, but I do know when the heat dies down, you will still be in trouble. Make an exit plan as soon as you can. Please by careful.”

It was signed, “A Concerned Party”.  I read the letter again. Glad that Dillon didn’t take time to inspect the room. My adrenaline is soaring now. I don’t know what to make of this letter or what to do. I’m scared. Dillon knocks at my door as I stand staring at the letter.

“Hold on a sec.” I say as I fold and tuck the letter into my purse. I walk to the door and open it to see Dillon in sweats.

“You hungry?” he asks.

“Not really. I’m a bit thirsty though. Do we have any Orange soda left?” I ask as I leave the room and head towards the kitchen with Dillon in tow.

“I think you drank the last of it in the car.” he responds.

“Well let’s see what’s in the fridge.” I say as I open it up.

“Looks like we got some Orange Soda” I say taking it out of the fridge. I also took out a tuna sandwich for Dillon and gave it to him.

“Thanks. I told my pal what you liked.” Dillon says as he bites into the sandwich.

“So who’s this pal of yours? Do I get to meet him or her?” I ask.

“No, the less people know about you the safer you are.” Dillon says once he swallowed his bite.

“Okay, whatever you say” I respond and take a gulp of soda. I’m too thirsty to be ladylike.

“You sure do drink a lot of Orange soda. If the government actually watched the consumption of it, they’d be able to track you down easily.” Dillon quips.

“Hardy Har Har. You’ve got jokes.” I respond giving him an exasperated look.

“What?” he asks trying to sound sincere.

“Nothing.” I say and walked off towards my room for the night.

I was about to shut my door when Dillon puts his foot in the way.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird since we arrived. Have I done anything to upset you?” He asks.

“Nope nothing at all. Do you mind letting the door go?” I ask him nonplussed.

“Seriously Van, what’s with the cold shoulder?” he asks as he moves his foot out of the way.

“It’s nothing. I’m just tired. I am a bit cranky. I need some sleep.” I respond. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay,” Dillon says, unsure. I can tell he doesn’t trust my answer but he’s not going to argue. He turns and heads for his room.

I close the door and head to my suitcase for pajamas. I take a nice hot shower. I felt all warm and toasty when I get out. I slip on my pjs and flop into bed. I didn’t realize how tired I was until I hit the bed. I had no worries about today or my predicament. Just blissfully comfortable. I will worry tomorrow. Tonight I sleep.

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