Till we meet again.
-Mike
OK, she thought, whatever that's about, I have yet to know.
She went back downstairs, bringing the newspaper with her. The radio was
on and everyone was awake. Nadia walked over to a box of junk and
found and ancient radio with a mike. She started fiddling with it and to
her surprise, it was functional. To her even greater surprise, it started
receiving something. She turned the knob until she could get a clear signal.
It was in Morse code. Strange, Nadia thought, someone's using Morse code,
no one ever uses Morse code. She automatically started translating it in
her head.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
Nadia mind switched over to the music on the radio, it was that song by
R.E.M., she sang along, "It's the end of the world as we know it."
She listened to the Morse code, the message kept repeating. Then she heard
voices…
"Sir, where is Magi?"
At first she thought she was picking up air traffic control, which she
often did. The voices continued…
"Sir, we have Magi with us. We have a boomer bearing one-nine-five, speed,
five knots."
"Hot damn!" Nadia was getting excited, "Hey! Liam! Rose! Jacqueline! Everybody
get over here and check
this out!" Nadia didn't know that the mike was on.
"Sir, did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"I think we're being interrupted."
"What?" Nadia didn't know they could hear her.
"Identify yourself."
"My name is Nadia Litvak--" she was cut off.
"Who is your captain, where are you, and what are you doing?"
Nadia continued, "I'm a civilian, I live in Houston, I'm a Texas citizen,
and don't ask me how I'm contacting you. I must have a magical radio or
something."
"I don't believe you."
"Fine," Nadia said, "Don't believe me."
"Hey, what's happening outside?"
"What do you mean outside?"
"The Outside World."
"Oh. Well, lets see, there's a war brewing. Actually, it's finished brewing,
we're just waiting for the first shot to be fired so that all hell can
break loose. All of us in my basement say 'Hi!'
"Hi!" everyone said.
"Geez, how many of you are there?"
"Let's see, there's me, Liam, Rose, and Jacqueline. That makes four of
us." Nadia just thought of something, "Hey Liam, you know how to operate
the satellite dish, right? OK then, put it on that Moscow station, they
have killer recon satellites, maybe they know what's going on."
"You speak Russian?" said the voice that Nadia had identified as Magi.
"Yes!" Nadia said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She
heard something in the background.
"Sir, bearing zero-five-one, fire at will."
Nadia knew exactly what was going on, "Oh, God no."
The FM radio was interrupted, "This just in, the United States has declared
war on Texas."
"Awwwww, crap!" Nadia cried out. She leaned back in her chair and looked
at the wall. On it was a poster of a B-52, next to it was a poster of a
U-2, her mind immidiately started reciting Bloody Sunday discographies.
1985, the release of U2, Bloody Sunday's fifth album...
She was surprised by the sudden silence.
"Ivan?" She heard her mother scream from upstairs. She heard a crash, then
a gunshot and another scream coming from upstairs. Everyone hid, except
for Nadia. She didn't have time to react. She didn't have a chance. She
was still sitting in her balanced chair when they burst through the door.
She jolted to attention and fell back in her chair, hitting the floor hard.
She scrambled to her feet and saw a strange man coming down the stairs.
He walked up to Nadia, "Identify yourself!" he barked.
"Nadia--"
He shouted something to someone upstairs.
"Follow me!" he only spoke to her in Russian.
"But--"
She heard the clicking of a gun somewhere. That was all she needed.
Nadia knew something was amiss, they knew who she was. She followed
the man out of the basement. On her way out, she looked back and saw Liam,
watching her over the top of the couch, looking absolutely helpless.
He was broken. His heart and his will had just been shot to hell.
And there was nothing she or anybody else could do about it.
"I'm sorry." she whispered to him as she disappeared up the stairs.
She followed them outside. She was stuffed into the covered bed of
a pickup truck waiting in the front yard. At first she couldn't see
anything, it was too dark. But after awhile her eyes adjusted, and
she could make out the usual pickup truck bed stuff, a toolbox, some rubber
boots jammed between the cab and the bed, some oily rags, a spare tire.
Soon they reached an office. They went inside. It was guarded
by KGB agents all around. They walked into a room with an official
looking desk in the middle of it. There was a fairly large man sitting
behind the desk. Nadia didn't know, but one man had a tape recorder
in his pocket.
"Sit down, please." The large man said kindly.
"Who are you?" Nadia asked.
"That is not important, the important question here is who are you?"
Nadia was confused. What's the KGB doing here? She thought.
"Nadia Litvak. I am a Texas citizen."
"Then why are you Russian?"
"My parents were Russian." She responded.
"Where are your parents?"
"I never knew my father, my mother was shot." She said coldly.
"Then who is responsible for you?"
"My mother, until she was murdered, by you."
"We have reason to believe that you are a spy."
"A spy? Where'd that come from?"
"I am not allowed to say."
"Well I am not a spy."
One of the KGB agents walked up to Nadia and handed her a revolver and
a small radio. "Now you are."
She swallowed hard. Choking with rage. "But I am a Texan!
I cannot betray my country!"
The general chuckled, "You have a strong sense of nationalism. Just
like a Soviet" He leaned forward and whispered, "because you are
a Soviet. And I know, you will not betray the Party."
"So," she finally accepted it. "What is my mission and when do I
begin?"
The general leaned back and smiled with satisfaction.
© 1999 Laura Hutchinson