Les Mousquetaires – Chapter 2 (Atlas Shrugged) Part 1
“Banqueting with Gods on the ambrosia and nectar of the mind.” William R. Alger
“I don’t think there’s anything I can do to help,” the man told his friend of more than twenty years.
“There’s no one else,” she told him.
“That can’t be true,” he replied, though he knew it probably was.
“Your skills are unmatched,” she reminded him, “And I need you – as pathetic as you are. I need you. Because there’s just no one else that can do it.”
The man had once been a famed military leader and hero. And then he had been assigned to the Secret Service.
“How can you even look at me? God knows I myself have a hard enough time with it these days,” he confessed rather stoically, as a loud crack of thunder almost shattered their eardrums.
“Hold on!” he yelled, as he quickly punched some buttons on a lit-up panel on the wall.
A moment later another lightning strike sounded from nearby, but this time the noise was much more manageable, though it was still rather difficult to ignore.
“Bruce, no one will ever forget what you did. How you let all those women down. But you have a chance to make up for that now, if you’ll agree to help me.”
“Make up for the death of a million women and girls by saving your daughter?”
He said the words without meaning to imply the woman’s daughter wasn’t worth everything in the entire world – and then some – at least to the distraught woman staring him in the face just then. But he’d wounded her just the same.
He could tell it by the way her face remained an expressionless mask when she spoke again.
“It’s bigger than Hadley, and you know it. You know what the white daisies are, and what they represent.”
“If it’s true,” the man replied, now with some hurt leaking into his own voice, as it was a tender subject no matter how much time had gone by.
“I was only following orders.”
He said the words he’d been saying since the choice had been made, and an entire evac-ship full of people and research had been abandoned when the fuel reserves for the President’s plane had been blown up.
“And now Hadley is trying to clean up this mess you made. And you’re just going to let her do it all by herself. Just going to sit here on your self-imposed prison-island and continue to sulk over what you couldn’t do. Well, big-shot, here’s something you can do now, to make a huge fucking difference. And if you don’t take it – then you really are nothing more than that decision you made – to follow orders – and nothing more.”
The woman’s verdant eyes were sharp and held no warmth. Though the man knew that to be an outward lie she used to protect an incredibly vulnerable woman underneath.
With a sigh he hung his head in shame.
“What do you need from me?” he asked, worried nothing he had to give could ever be enough to make up for what he’d done.
Lynnette Parker looked up at the man, that could possibly save everyone on the planet, and smiled a small smile of hope. And then she said, “I need you, and all of your lightning farmer friends, to take over the world.”
© Raena Exe 2021
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