Speaker 1: Chapter eighteen, Sasha. Sasha didn't feel safe out on the
Speaker 1: street after Anne's abduction. The next day, she'd volunteered for
Speaker 1: four extra hours of duty in the emergency ward. She
Speaker 1: changed bandages and administered antibiotic salves and delivered food to
Speaker 1: wounded soldiers until her eyes started to glaze over and
Speaker 1: doctor Brandt ordered her home. She'd barely had the energy
Speaker 1: to eat that night, but by the time her driver
Speaker 1: dropped her off at the House of Miriam, it was
Speaker 1: dark and there'd been no one waiting for her. That
Speaker 1: strategy hadn't worked. The day after that, doctor Brandt had
Speaker 1: even tried to send her home early. Sasha had talked
Speaker 1: him out of it, but not out of sending her
Speaker 1: back downtown at the normal time. She was sure her
Speaker 1: driver must have noticed how anxious she was. By the
Speaker 1: time they reached the main drag, she was drenched in
Speaker 1: sweat her hands were shaking. She asked him to drop
Speaker 1: her off a half block down from the normal spot
Speaker 1: so she could enter the square from the left side
Speaker 1: and get a good look at who was hanging out
Speaker 1: near the House of Miriam. Alexander had been there, of course,
Speaker 1: sitting out in front of a building two doors down
Speaker 1: from the house, along with one of his friends. Avoiding
Speaker 1: them had brought her to the Cafe Clement, and then
Speaker 1: something she could only assume was God's providence had bumped
Speaker 1: her into a manual. He was sweet and fun to
Speaker 1: talk to, and it was actually refreshing to have a
Speaker 1: conversation with some one who didn't constantly quote scripture or
Speaker 1: past her mike. She was surprised at herself for feeling
Speaker 1: that way. A few weeks ago, she'd have given anything
Speaker 1: to have an open conversation about her beliefs, but now
Speaker 1: that she was deep within the Kingdom, it was nice
Speaker 1: to talk about normal things with a normal boy. The
Speaker 1: next day had brought her back to the hospital, which
Speaker 1: was filled with wounded soldiers from an air strike on
Speaker 1: a troop transport. Sasha had spent nine hours without a
Speaker 1: break helping doctor Brandt cut clothing off of horribly burned
Speaker 1: young men. She'd applied slick, gummy burned dressings and changed
Speaker 1: ivy drips of pain killers. The day was long, bloody,
Speaker 1: and brutal. Four men died in front of her eyes,
Speaker 1: and there was no time to really think about it.
Speaker 1: She knew that she should have been more horrified at
Speaker 1: what she was seeing. But the exposed organs and burnt,
Speaker 1: shriveled limbs didn't feel like parts of people. Even the
Speaker 1: screams felt more like rhode hazards or bad weather than
Speaker 1: damaged pieces of human beings. They were obstacles to be
Speaker 1: dealt with. She and doctor Brandt dealt with them well.
Speaker 1: A still small voice in the back of her mind
Speaker 1: recoiled in horror at the sheer volume of human misery
Speaker 1: she saw that day, But that voice was quieter than
Speaker 1: it had been on other days, and it grew quieter
Speaker 1: as the day went on and the death toll mounted.
Speaker 1: Sasha had read about post traumatic stress disorder back in school.
Speaker 1: She understood the mechanics of it. The people tended to
Speaker 1: cope with terrifying situations by suppressing their fear. But this
Speaker 1: didn't feel like that. It felt like she was just
Speaker 1: doing her job, and she enjoyed her job. Before she
Speaker 1: knew it, ten hours had gone by, and doctor Brandt
Speaker 1: demanded she find a ride back to the House of
Speaker 1: Miriam and get some rest. That was the first time
Speaker 1: in the entire day when Sasha felt truly scared. It
Speaker 1: started in her chest, her heart fluttered faster and faster,
Speaker 1: until the flutter turned to a pounding so loud it
Speaker 1: felt like someone was smashing a hammer on the inner
Speaker 1: walls of her cranium. She pressed her back hard into
Speaker 1: the seat of the jeep and hoped her growing panic
Speaker 1: wasn't obvious to the driver. He dropped her off on
Speaker 1: the other side of the square again. She didn't see
Speaker 1: Alexander or his comrades near the House of Miriam this time,
Speaker 1: but she knew that didn't mean they weren't watching the place.
Speaker 1: She had plans to meet Emmanual again anyway. Sasha half
Speaker 1: expected him to have moved on since she'd been so late,
Speaker 1: but he was there, standing out in front of the
Speaker 1: Cafe Clement when she arrived. I'm sorry, I'm so late,
Speaker 1: she said. He shrugged in response, I just got here myself.
Speaker 1: They dismissed us late. We had a special lecture before
Speaker 1: dinner about a His face grew red and he trailed
Speaker 1: off about what she poked. Maybe let's just sit down first, huh.
Speaker 1: So they found a seat and ordered their coffee. Manny
Speaker 1: tried to change the subject by asking Sasha about her day,
Speaker 1: but she was curious about his reaction and would not
Speaker 1: be dissuaded. I'll tell you all about my day if
Speaker 1: you tell me about that lecture and why just thinking
Speaker 1: about it made your face go red. He grew redder
Speaker 1: and stared down into his coffee. Pastor came over to
Speaker 1: lecture us about our duty and helping the heavenly kingdom grow.
Speaker 1: You know our duty, Emmanual gave her a significant look.
Speaker 1: She gathered his meaning, and then she blushed too. That's
Speaker 1: uh why they bust us out here every day, he continued.
Speaker 1: It's so we can get to know the local women
Speaker 1: and then get to know them in the biblical sense.
Speaker 1: She laughed in spite of herself. I think that was
Speaker 1: the first off color joke I've heard in weeks. It
Speaker 1: felt good and risque. It was actually the same sort
Speaker 1: of thrill she'd gotten back home when she'd sneakily read
Speaker 1: issues of Revelator and browsed the media feeds of various
Speaker 1: martyrs brigades. You know, Emmanual, she said, You're not quite
Speaker 1: like anyone else I've met here. It's nice to meet
Speaker 1: someone who wasn't afraid to joke. I didn't think i'd
Speaker 1: missed that. He was quiet for a little while Manny
Speaker 1: stirred his coffee awkwardly cast his eyes down, he went paler,
Speaker 1: you seem different too, I dunno this place. Maybe it's
Speaker 1: not exactly what we thought it would be. She should
Speaker 1: have gotten angry at that. It was the kind of
Speaker 1: common that could have gotten a manual into a lot
Speaker 1: of trouble. Why would he say that to me, she wondered?
Speaker 1: And why am I okay with all this? Maybe it
Speaker 1: was Marigold rubbing off on her. Maybe it was just
Speaker 1: gradual disillusionment, the climax of a process that had started
Speaker 1: with Alexander's betrayal. But the Heavenly Kingdom no longer felt
Speaker 1: magical or even all that wholly. It's complicated here, she
Speaker 1: finally said. I mean, before I came here, I knew
Speaker 1: it couldn't be perfect no places, but yes, it's not
Speaker 1: what I'd hoped to find exactly. Sasha felt a spike
Speaker 1: of panic as soon as the words left her mouth.
Speaker 1: You barely know this man, Sasha. His whole job might
Speaker 1: be ferrying out potential disloyalty. She coughed and tried to
Speaker 1: walk her admission back a little. It's still better than
Speaker 1: the st f or any of the other Heathen states,
Speaker 1: I have to keep telling myself that what's important is
Speaker 1: what we're fighting for, not the imperfections we have to
Speaker 1: live with. In this moment, hum he gave an on
Speaker 1: committal grunt that surprised her. She hadn't expected anything specific exactly,
Speaker 1: but that surprised her. He started to say something else,
Speaker 1: then his eyes went wide. Who he started to say?
Speaker 1: Sasha heard boot falls. She felt the presence of several
Speaker 1: tall men behind her. The heavy, familiar scent of Alexander's
Speaker 1: cologne filled her nostrils. Madyr Emmanuel Sanchez, Miss Sasha, may
Speaker 1: the blessings of the lawd be with you and also
Speaker 1: with you, Sascha replied by rote. Emmanuel chimed in a
Speaker 1: second or two later. He sounded a bit awkward, like
Speaker 1: he wasn't exactly sure which words to use. Alexander pulled
Speaker 1: up a chair and set it against the right side
Speaker 1: of the table. He sat down, placing himself between them.
Speaker 1: He rested one arm on the table, but his left
Speaker 1: arm hung directly over his side arm. He looked at Emmanuel, smiled,
Speaker 1: and then looked at Sasha. She felt a wave of
Speaker 1: nausea grabbed her by the guts and tug. His lips
Speaker 1: curled up, revealing his straight white teeth. Excuse me, Manny said,
Speaker 1: but who are you? Alexander looked back to Manny, his
Speaker 1: expression unchanged. Mata, Alexander du Bois. I'm a friend of Sasha's,
Speaker 1: he glanced back at her with a wink that curdled
Speaker 1: her stomach. And I'm also in charge of recruitment for
Speaker 1: the Storming Battalion. Never heard of it, Emmanuel said in
Speaker 1: a gruff, clipped tone. Sasha realized she was shaking a little.
Speaker 1: Alexander's lips curled up into an even more ghoulish variant
Speaker 1: of his already unsettling smile. He replied, there's a reason
Speaker 1: for that, Mada Sanchez. The Storming Battalion plays a key
Speaker 1: role in our success on the battlefield. They've been central
Speaker 1: in every one of our victory. We don't publicize their
Speaker 1: work for various reasons, but I assure you it's a
Speaker 1: distinct honor to be recruited by me. That's actually why
Speaker 1: I'm here, Emmanuel. We've chosen you. By now, it felt
Speaker 1: like the pit of Sasha's stomach was boiling. Something terrible
Speaker 1: was clearly happening, even Emmanual seemed to realize that his
Speaker 1: face had gone pale. His pupils were the size of
Speaker 1: dinner plates. I ah, thank you for the honor, but
Speaker 1: I'm happy with my unit. I feel that's where the
Speaker 1: Lord needs me. My friend Aaron Alexander put a hand up,
Speaker 1: flat palm facing Emmanual. Your comrade will be taken care of,
Speaker 1: and we'll be the judges of where the Lord needs you.
Speaker 1: Trust me, We've got a lot more experience interpreting his
Speaker 1: will than you do. There's a reason the cross flies
Speaker 1: over this entire city. Emmanuel half stood in his chair.
Speaker 1: It was a sudden gesture, and a faintly aggressive one.
Speaker 1: Sasha noticed his hands were bawled up into fists. His
Speaker 1: eyes darted left and right. He seemed to be looking
Speaker 1: over the heads of Alexander and his men. Alexander tensed.
Speaker 1: Both the men put hands over their side arms, but
Speaker 1: Emmanuel didn't take any further action. After a few turns
Speaker 1: of his head, he stopped looking, relaxed his hands, and
Speaker 1: sat back down. Okay, he said, I get the feeling
Speaker 1: you want me to go with you now. Alexander smiled.
Speaker 1: It was a vicious, oily thing, and it confirmed in
Speaker 1: Sasha's heart that he had something terrible planned. Yes, that's
Speaker 1: exactly what I want. He cocked his head up and
Speaker 1: pursed his lips in an exaggerated gesture of consideration. Well, actually,
Speaker 1: I want you to go with these men. I need
Speaker 1: to stay here and have a wood with Sasha. Emmanuel
Speaker 1: looked into her eyes. He was scared clearly, but he
Speaker 1: kept his voice steady when he spoke, Sasha, I've got
Speaker 1: to go do my duty find errand for me. Will
Speaker 1: you tell him I am wish him the best, and
Speaker 1: I hope to see him soon. He put definite emphasis
Speaker 1: on that last word, and then he gave Sasha a
Speaker 1: very deliberate nod before he stood and stepped towards Alexander's men.
Speaker 1: Take him to the factory for his intake process, and
Speaker 1: I'll be along. Showtly, Alexander said. He put a hand
Speaker 1: on Emmanuel's forearm as the young man passed by, and said,
Speaker 1: you should give a prayer of thanks, brother, God has
Speaker 1: blessed you with a great honor. Emmanuel smile was as
Speaker 1: false as Alexander's God bless you, Martyr du Bois. I'll
Speaker 1: pray that you and all your men grow closer to
Speaker 1: our lord. Was that a threat, she wondered, before deciding,
Speaker 1: of course it was. In a more normal situation, Sasha
Speaker 1: would have molled that over It certainly was not the
Speaker 1: sort of comment she'd have expected from a true martyr,
Speaker 1: But just then she was far too consumed with terror,
Speaker 1: both for Immanuel and for herself. Alexander's guards led Manny away,
Speaker 1: and Alexander took his place at the table. He took
Speaker 1: a long sip from Emmanuel's cooling coffee and smiled his
Speaker 1: snake smile again. I must say, Sasha, I thought you
Speaker 1: had better taste than that. For the first time in
Speaker 1: her life, Sasha found herself trying to stare daggers at someone.
Speaker 1: Oh if only I could shoot knives out of my eyes,
Speaker 1: she thought, as she imagined one striking Alexander in the
Speaker 1: forehead with enough force to burst out the back of
Speaker 1: his skull. Is that something chromed people can do, she wondered,
Speaker 1: and decided she'd ask Marigold if she had forgot another
Speaker 1: chance to talk to the woman. Hey, he snapped his
Speaker 1: fingers in front of her eyes, and she hated him
Speaker 1: a little more. She was sort of surprised to learn
Speaker 1: that was possible. Look, I know coming here can be disorienting.
Speaker 1: I know this is a lot to get used to.
Speaker 1: But him a fucking' it's people like him who filled
Speaker 1: this continent with them mongrel spawn and tore American civilization
Speaker 1: to splint us. We are all brothers and sisters in Christ,
Speaker 1: she said. We are all the fruit fruit of the
Speaker 1: same tree. Yeah, I know, I've met Pastor Mike. I
Speaker 1: know God made us all, and also know he made
Speaker 1: some of us better than others. There's a reason civilization
Speaker 1: reached its peak under white Man, and there's a reason
Speaker 1: it crumbled once. We let them take the reins for
Speaker 1: a while, it's not worth arguing with him, she told herself.
Speaker 1: So Sasha decided to ask a blunt question. What's going
Speaker 1: to happen to Emmanuel? Alexander smiled, Exactly what I said
Speaker 1: was going to happen to him. He's goin to the
Speaker 1: factory for a trainin' and then he'll participate in the
Speaker 1: invasion of Waco as part of the Storming Battalion. And
Speaker 1: what is that? In a way, it's the luckiest unit
Speaker 1: in the Heavenly Kingdom's whole military. They are the first
Speaker 1: ones in guaranteed glory. He took another long, slow sip
Speaker 1: from Mannie's coffee, his eyes bored into her all the while,
Speaker 1: and guaranteed modydom. Sasha felt a little pride for not crying.
Speaker 1: Tears threatened at the corners of her eyes. Praise be
Speaker 1: to God, she choked out, followed by I still have
Speaker 1: duties tonight at the house. May I go? Alexander sneered
Speaker 1: at that, and then he waved his hand in a
Speaker 1: gesture that was surely meant to be casual and dismissive.
Speaker 1: It looked calculated, though, like it was important to him
Speaker 1: that she feels like this didn't matter to him. For
Speaker 1: some reason, that observation made Sasha feel a little stronger.
Speaker 1: Go on. Then he said, we'll talk tomorrow. Maybe we'll
Speaker 1: do more than talk. Maybe not. She stood up, still
Speaker 1: fighting back tears, and left the cafe without a response.
Speaker 1: Sasha wanted to go to someone, anyone, in the wake
Speaker 1: of all this. There's nothing to do. The smarter, colder
Speaker 1: part of her brain, the part that always sounded like
Speaker 1: her mother, warned her, anything you say will only make
Speaker 1: it worse. She knew that was true. Even Helen couldn't
Speaker 1: do anything for Emmanual. Now she'd made it very clear
Speaker 1: that military matters took precedence over everything else in the
Speaker 1: Heavenly Kingdom. It made sense, and yet shouldn't right and
Speaker 1: wrong be what matter most here? She wasn't even sure
Speaker 1: what either of those words meant anymore? Was this really
Speaker 1: what God wanted? Was this how a society based on
Speaker 1: his laws operated? Sasha told herself over and over again
Speaker 1: that she'd made the right decision, that the Kingdom wasn't perfect,
Speaker 1: but it was the best of all the other options.
Speaker 1: That voice grew quieter and less convincing as she walked
Speaker 1: through the doors at the House of Miriam and noticed
Speaker 1: another missing person. Where's Suzanne, she asked Helen, after scanning
Speaker 1: the dining room for her friend. The older woman smiled,
Speaker 1: but it wasn't the warm look Sasha had come to expect.
Speaker 1: Helen looked strained, tired, perhaps even a little ill. Suzanne
Speaker 1: met her husband today, Sasha narrowed her eyes and fought
Speaker 1: down an immediate surge of rage. She met him or
Speaker 1: did he see her and claim her? Like Anne suitor?
Speaker 1: Helen did not like that. She almost growled her neck
Speaker 1: to words. Be very careful with what you insinuate, Miss Sasha.
Speaker 1: I know this isn't what any of you dreamed of,
Speaker 1: but you did come here to help further the kingdom.
Speaker 1: This is how that looks Sasha knew in that moment
Speaker 1: that there was nothing else she could say to Helen.
Speaker 1: What would be the point? So she nodded meekly, and
Speaker 1: she apologized, and then she ate her dinner like a
Speaker 1: robot and cleaned up for bed. Throughout all that, Marigold's
Speaker 1: words rang louder in her memory. You got suckered into
Speaker 1: a fucking nightmare. It's time to wake up. It's time
Speaker 1: to wake ups, time to wake up. Time. Sasha went
Speaker 1: to bed around nine. She'd had a long and exhausting day.
Speaker 1: Tomorrow was sure to be more of the same, but
Speaker 1: she couldn't sleep. Now that she was safely in bed,
Speaker 1: hidden from the world, the tears refused to stay hidden
Speaker 1: behind her eyes. It was all Sasha could do to
Speaker 1: avoid audible sobs. She lay awake for an hour, maybe more,
Speaker 1: until she heard a thwack followed by a thump. She
Speaker 1: opened her eyes and rolled over to face the door,
Speaker 1: and the time it took to complete that motion she
Speaker 1: heard the were whoosh open and then a series of
Speaker 1: thumps so rapid they sounded like one long drum roll.
Speaker 1: Sasha felt a rush of air, and then since the
Speaker 1: presence of a new person. The instant before she completed
Speaker 1: her role, she looked up to see a man at
Speaker 1: the side of her bed. He was big, broad, and
Speaker 1: clad in a torn and bloodied Martyrs uniform. He had
Speaker 1: a heavy metal pipe in his hand. Sasha rose her
Speaker 1: hands up in an instinctive gesture of self defense. The
Speaker 1: moment before she saw the holking man's face and realized
Speaker 1: who he was, Aaron. The man blinked. He looked confused
Speaker 1: for a moment, and then he laughed, all right, Yes,
Speaker 1: saw my name, Han, you can call me Roland. What
Speaker 1: do you what's happening? Are we under attack? Yes, porta
Speaker 1: by me. I knocked out the old lady. He gestured
Speaker 1: his head back towards the other girls sleeping in their beds.
Speaker 1: I knocked them all out too, just minor concussions, but
Speaker 1: they're out cold. I am very confused, Sasha said, in
Speaker 1: a flat voice, and very frightened. You're not frightened. She
Speaker 1: was rise to realize that he was right. Sasha knew
Speaker 1: she should have been scared, but her heart rate didn't elevate,
Speaker 1: she didn't start to sweat. She did feel confused, but
Speaker 1: she also felt calm. Maybe I've just been so scared
Speaker 1: the last few days my body can't handle anymore of it.
Speaker 1: Maybe I've reached the limit of my capacity for fear.
Speaker 1: I guess you're right, she said, I should be afraid.
Speaker 1: This is also She trailed off, grasping for words. Yeah,
Speaker 1: it's fucked, Roland said, and then he pulled up a
Speaker 1: canteen that had been hanging from his shoulder and took
Speaker 1: a deep poll. The scent of alcohol wafted over to her.
Speaker 1: You want some, he asked. I made it in my
Speaker 1: guts filled a canteen as I finished up at the base. Wait,
Speaker 1: Sasha said, what happened at the base? Roland gave another
Speaker 1: shrug and took another pull. The boss guys told me
Speaker 1: Manny had been reassigned to some sort of I don't know,
Speaker 1: suicide battalion. This pissed me off, so I broke exactly
Speaker 1: half of their bones. Sasha could hear sirens now often
Speaker 1: the distance. It sounded like there were rather a lot
Speaker 1: of them. She imagined this was connected to whatever Roland
Speaker 1: had done. I'm going to guess you and Emmanual aren't
Speaker 1: really martyrs, are you, he chuckled. I mean maybe some days, sister.
Speaker 1: Just now, I don't say any causes worth dying for,
Speaker 1: but I get your meaning. And no, I don't give
Speaker 1: a shit about your heavenly kingdom. Man he actively hates it.
Speaker 1: We're spies, or we were spies. Now he's a captive
Speaker 1: and I'm a terrorist again. Oh, she said, And then
Speaker 1: I think I would like a drink. He handed her
Speaker 1: the canteen, and she took a generous gulp. Sasha had
Speaker 1: only tried alcohol once before. She'd been thirteen, not yet
Speaker 1: a Christian, and at a party she'd been far too
Speaker 1: young to attend. She remembered the sensation of gentle warmth
Speaker 1: spreading down her throat, and the sense of elation and
Speaker 1: well being that had followed. She'd taken a few more SIPs,
Speaker 1: which had made the world far too spinny for her comfort.
Speaker 1: She'd vomited not long after, but she figured if there
Speaker 1: was ever a time to try alcohol again, it's now.
Speaker 1: The drink easted like beer, but it burned like a
Speaker 1: shot of hard liquor. Sasha passed the canteen back. She
Speaker 1: felt like taking more would be a bad idea. All right, then,
Speaker 1: Roland said, I'm gonna make a few guesses. I guess
Speaker 1: one is that you're a little less than enthusiastic about
Speaker 1: the heavenly Kingdom now that you've seen it up close.
Speaker 1: Guests too is that you're looking for a way out.
Speaker 1: And Guests three is that you know something about where
Speaker 1: my little buddy went. Huh, Immanuel, Manny, you know where
Speaker 1: he is? I don't, she started. I'll bet you do.
Speaker 1: Even if you don't know, you do. I know you
Speaker 1: were there when he was taken. I could smell it
Speaker 1: in the street. Smell it. He sighed, and needed the
Speaker 1: bridge of his nose. This is the time where you
Speaker 1: explain things. The time where I explained things comes later,
Speaker 1: or maybe never. He lifted up the pipe in his
Speaker 1: hand so she could see how bloody and dnted it was.
Speaker 1: I have the pipe. Whoever's got the pipe doesn't have
Speaker 1: to explain shit. Sasha couldn't argue with his logic, and
Speaker 1: she did want to see emmanual, free and safe. Look,
Speaker 1: she said, this, this boy, I know, Alexander. He found
Speaker 1: us at the cafe. We were just sitting down to coffee.
Speaker 1: He had two men with him, and he said, Emmanuel
Speaker 1: had been selected for the Storming Battalion. Do you have
Speaker 1: any idea where they took him? The kids sent trail
Speaker 1: grows cold about a mile from here. Sasha racked her brain.
Speaker 1: Of course, she didn't know where the Heavenly Kingdom did
Speaker 1: this sort of training, but Alexander's said something about the factory,
Speaker 1: and at that Roland's eyes lit up. He turned around
Speaker 1: as if to leave. I know where he is. Then
Speaker 1: he looked back and down to Sasha and said, moment
Speaker 1: of truth time, Darlin, you want to stay here in
Speaker 1: this ship pile Kingdom? Or He jerked his thumb to
Speaker 1: the door. Do you want me to break you out?
Speaker 1: And I'll make offers like that often, so take it
Speaker 1: as a compliment. This time. It didn't take long for
Speaker 1: Sasha to make up her mind. Yes, she said, I'd
Speaker 1: like to go with you. Hey, I'm Robert Evans. I
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