The Beginning Of Rain In December (16 page)

“Done,” Song said, pulling out a credit card that Eric scanned and he nodded once it went through.

“Helmets, bikes, gloves,” he said handing Song and Enlai the items.

“And Eric,” Song said. “You know the deal.”

“Shit, man, do you think I want your ass coming after me?” Eric returned, smiling slightly.

“No you don’t,” Song said as he and Enlai settled on the bikes, Eric opening up one of the garage doors.

The bikes roared with life and Song and Enlai hit the throttle, the men left without another word and Rain sat on the back of Enlai’s bike, she didn’t have to hold on, couldn’t even if she wanted to. Once they made it to the main highway heading to Bath the men drove at speeds of up to two hundred and fifty miles an hour, with expert ease sometimes going so fast, motorist thought they were simply seeing a shadow out of the corner of their eyes.

Dayton wasn’t going nearly as fast. “He’s just fifteen miles ahead,” Rain said inside of Enlai and Song.

The men gunned their motors even more pushing at three hundred, covering the miles so rapidly, Rain knew she would have closed her eyes in anxious fear had her physical body been with them.

“Over this hill,” she said. “He’s there,” she said.

Enlai nodded, as he and Song immediately slowed their bikes, there were few vehicles on this stretch of road so far into the country, the weak winter light shining bleakly upon the gravel.

Dayton was within one hundred feet of him, Rain knew exactly when he knew something was wrong, his heart beat a little bit heavier in his chest as he glanced in the rear view mirror.

“He doesn’t know who it is but he knows something is wrong,” Rain said, in Dayton’s thoughts. She paused. “Now he does. He knows it is you and Song. He is certain now of your powers, just not what. He has a…some type of special gun. It’s specialized, made by the Chinese. It will kill you two, unlike a regular gun, or so he was promised.”

“We can’t kill him here,” she heard Song say in her head.

“It is too many people,” she told Enlai.

“Can you make him go off road?” Enlai asked. “There is a road two miles ahead, to the right, it travels four miles to a deserted barn, can you make him turn there?”

“I’ll try,” she said.

She went inside of Dayton’s head, urging him to turn, not to question what he was doing, it took her a moment, because she had expended so much of herself already, traveling with Enlai, reading so many minds, keeping her form with his and Song’s.

She didn’t think it would work until Dayton turned at the last minute off road “Enlai, there is no more, I have no more strength, my head hurts so badly. I have to go back into myself,” she said.

“I understand, go, and Rain, thank you,” Enlai said before she disappeared and he knew Song and he were alone.

Rain breathed deeply, not able to sit up, her head was pounding, there was blood coming out of her nose, she turned on her side, using her shirt to staunch the flow, careful to not get any on the bed linens. She felt like a coward, weak. She could have lasted maybe an hour longer, she could have pushed herself but she did not want to see what Enlai and Song were going to do with Dayton. She could not bring herself to watch them kill him.

As soon as Dayton turned off road, Enlai drove his bike behind some bushes and flew ahead of Dayton, stopping on the road, blocking his path. He heard Dayton gun his engines and he smiled.

“Come on, you traitor,” he whispered to himself as Dayton barreled down on him, his friend, and Enlai in one split second jumped on top of the motorcycle pulling Dayton off his bike and flying the man swiftly to the air as he slammed him into an oak tree. “Where the fuck are you going, Dayton?” He asked, levitating him and the man, as Dayton stared with wide, gray eyes, trying to grasp what was occurring.

“Let, me, go,” he said, struggling from Enlai’s grip and Enlai smiled, chilling.

“Do you want me to let you go?” He asked, flying higher in the air until they were about three hundred feet up. “Here?” He said.

Dayton struggled, holding on to Enlai. “No! No!” He screamed.

Enlai flew up higher. “From here, you’ll break most of the bones in your body…you might survive or you might not,” Enlai bit out, rage in his every thought. That he’d been betrayed by one of his closest friends. “How could you sell out to them? How could you sell out to China, Dayton? I trusted you, you fucking bastard!” He said, before flying downwards swiftly, Dayton before him, his hands grasped on the front of Dayton’s leather motorcycle jacket, slamming him into a tree as Dayton screamed in pain.

“Tell me the truth or so help me, I will drop you from five thousand feet in the air, Dayton! Tell me the truth! Why did you sell out to the agency you bastard!” Enlai said, shaking the man, flying in the air. “And maybe, maybe if I’m satisfied with your answer I will make your death swift, fast. But know this now, you will die and it will be today.”

“Wait! Wait!” Dayton screamed as Enlai slammed him into another tree. “Wait,” he said, in excruciating pain. “John was already suspicious. He found me, he offered me everything that I had ever wanted. A way out of this hell hole, I was in too deep. All I had to do was deliver you…and Song over to him once I proved you two were double agents. And if I found the girl I would have been paid more than most people could ever dream.” He bit out.

“And what of China?” Dayton said.

“I contacted China,” Dayton said in a rush, desperation in his voice. “I was greedy, if I could get so much from John, the agency, I knew I’d get twice as much from China. They took the bait. But I wasn’t going to tell them where you were…the safe houses. I swear.”

“You’re lying, you bastard, you were using it as a bargaining chip to extort more money out of the agency and China. That is where you were going today.”

Dayton knew his death was fast approaching, knew it with every fiber of his being. “Enlai, Enlai, please, man, don’t,” he cried out in futility. “I’m sorry,” he said, holding on to the man’s arms before in a quick second he pulled out a gun, that Enlai had forgotten and shot him point blank in the chest, but not realizing how far Enlai had flown him up in the air, the men fell, swiftly, crashing through the sky and if it had not been for Song Enlai would have been crushed to the earth as Dayton was.

“Enlai, Enlai,” Song said, cradling his brother.

Enlai stared with wide eyes, blood pouring out of his chest. “I forgot the gun,” Enlai whispered, a wry smile on his lips, blood spewing from his mouth.

Song nodded, his hands hovering over Enlai’s chest, the bullet had just missed his heart and aorta. Song concentrated, the bullet was made out of some type of new metal he was not familiar with. His hands glowed, pulling the bullet out from his brother and Enlai breathed heavily. Song smiled. “Close, too close brother, next time, don’t forget the gun.” He said.

Enlai smiled. “I won’t, what was that?” He asked as Song held the bloody bullet in his hand, staring at it in curiosity, Enlai standing up, already the wound was knitting upon his chest.

“Some type of micro fiber imbedded in the bullet, I don’t know.”

Enlai turned to Dayton’s broken body, the man stared wide eyed, blankly. “I’ll dispose of him,” he said.

“Where?”

“In the ocean,” Enlai said. “Tonight. You see the gun? Any more bullets?”

Song nodded checking the clip. “Fully loaded. We need to get this to Levi for labs.”
“John will realize what happened once the agents and Dayton don’t show up in Bath. Our cover has been blown.” Enlai said, staring at his brother as he closed Dayton’s eyes in respect. “We are free agents now. The war has begun.”

Enlai and Song flew to Salt Lake City as soon as darkness hit the city, his strength was decompensated from the gunshot wound and it took him three hours to cover ground. Once they arrived, he was fatigued as Rain stared in horror at his pale and clammy skin.

“Get him upstairs,” Song told Rain as she nodded, helping Enlai upstairs as Levi and Taka escorted Song further into the house at the panic room off the kitchen through the pantry.

“What happened?” Levi asked as Song handed him a gun, he studied it, checking the clip, quickly and expertly disassembling the gun. “What type of bullets are these?” He asked.

“Bullets that nearly killed Enlai. They are different, it shouldn’t have affected him as it did. He said China made them.” Song revealed, sitting upon a lab stool as Levi placed the bullet in a small machine next to a laptop, turning on equipment as Taka took the gun and placed it in a lab tray, her glasses on as she sat next to Taka in front of another machine.

“Is Dayton dead?” Taka said.

Song nodded.

“Good, there was something about him…women’s intuition that never sat well with me.” Taka said. “It’ll be so much easier now with Rain, she can weed out the traitors easily,” Taka said, quickly typing a password into the computer as the machine started.

“I didn’t like her before,” Song admitted. “But she warned Enlai about Dayton, John, Dayton’s gun. Some agents that were out to get him in London.”

Taka turned towards Song, smiling slightly. “I hate to tell you, Song, but that woman loves your brother. There is no questioning that and I don’t need to read her mind to know it. She’d rather kill herself than hurt him. For once, you are going to have to trust me on this…and her.” She said before turning back towards her laptop as Levi tapped away next to them, a small smile on his face. “After Enlai rests up I’ll check him and make sure the bullet won’t do any lasting damage, in about an hour, he seems stable now, just weak.”

Song nodded curtly. “Maybe,” he said. “Find anything,” he asked as the couple ran tests on their computers.

“Have never seen this material. It’s made up of some material close to hydrochloric acid, but other than that, I can’t tell you more,” Levi said. “We need to bring Enlai down here, now, check him and make sure he’s alright, how long was the bullet inside of him?”

“Seconds, less than forty five,” Song stated.

“I’ll get him,” he said and made his way upstairs to Enlai.

Enlai was resting on the bed, clean, the wound was still knitting on his chest as Rain sat next to him, holding his hand.

“Brother,” Song said, entering the room through the half opened door, nodding at Rain. “Taka wants to check you downstairs,” he said.

“Okay,” Enlai said, sitting up, he was still weak, too weak; a regular bullet had never affected him as such. He followed Song downstairs to the hidden door behind the pantry and down more stairs into the sub-basement, Taka and Levi talking quietly as she started the MRI in another room.

“Enlai,” Taka said. “How do you feel?” She asked.

“Weak,” Enlai admitted. “Never felt like this before,” he said.

“I’m going to take blood works and get a MRI of your chest, alright.” She said, leading him to the edge of the MRI as he sat down while she quickly tied a strap around his upper arm for a vein. She stuck him quickly and efficiently pulling three vials of blood before finishing. “Okay, Enlai, you know the routine, get in gown and on the bed, earplugs are next to you.”

He nodded, stripping off his clothes and placing them in a bin as Rain watched, he looked pale, not his usual golden skin self. She had to be strong, couldn’t fall apart at the fear breaking within her. “You ready?” She said.

He nodded, lying on the table. “Yeah, tell Taka to start,” he said.

She nodded, leaving him and going to the glass room where Taka was pressing buttons to start the MRI. “He is ready, Taka,” she told the petite, woman.

“Alright,” Taka said. Rain sat with Taka, watching her start the machine as Enlai disappeared inside it. It was long moments before Taka said anything.

“Thank God,” she finally said. She turned towards Rain, pointing towards the screen. “He’s healing, just unbearably slow, almost like a regular human. The bullet missed his heart. Whatever that bullet is made up of…if it hits you or Enlai or Song in the heart or head, I am afraid that you will have the same chance of surviving as a regular person, slim to none. I’ll check his blood works but he needs to rest for a week, at least. He’s going to fight this,” she said, a relieved. “Help him stay in bed, Rain, but don’t over exert him if you get my meaning,” she said winking at Rain, who smiled softly.

“I’ll try,” she said as Taka started shutting down the machine. Rain watched as she went in to talk to Enlai and she could see Enlai’s shock at the news, his anger he would have to have bed rest and then a slow smile cover his face as he looked at Rain and winked.

She blushed, smiled herself and led Enlai back upstairs as Taka ran his blood works. Less than an hour later with Enlai sleep Taka said his blood levels were fine, he needed to rest.

Enlai slept deeply and hard for more than twelve hours, Rain keeping a careful watch over him. She curled herself around him, the fear only slightly easing that he would survive intact. How quickly and soon he had buried himself within her very mind and soul. Even her child knew that something was the wrong, the baby stirring within her. It had been just three weeks since Enlai and she had first lain together and already her stomach was ripening, appearing four months pregnant. The child finally settled once Rain laid next to Enlai, their presence together a comfort to the baby, while Rain slept with Enlai, urging him to heal and their child doing the same.