Read Broken Lives: A Tale of Survival in a Powerless World (Broken Lines Book 4) Online
Authors: James Hunt
Mike put on the shirt the hospital staff gave him. He buckled his pants, tied his shoes, and ran his fingers over the scars on his chest.
The doctors took out four bullets. Even though it had been a few weeks Mike still couldn’t push himself. The doctors told him it would take another three months of rehab before he could do anything physical again, but Mike didn’t have any plans on staying here.
He knew the doctors couldn’t make him stay once he was able to start getting up and moving around on his own. The only time he’d left the hospital previous to this was when he buried his family.
It was a few weeks ago. He declined to speak during the funeral. What little hope he held onto was that his family knew how much he loved them. And he knew they couldn’t hear him anymore anyway.
Dr. Wyatt requested to see him before he left. Mike didn’t want to speak with the man, but that was the one condition upon his release. This place was as much of a prison as it was a hospital.
Mike walked into the waiting room and Dr. Wyatt was there, reading a magazine.
“What do you want?” Mike asked.
Mike’s tone was dry, heartless. If he had a weapon on him he would have killed Wyatt on the spot.
“I’m asking you to stay. You’re still not well enough to travel and be on your own yet. We’re just now starting to set up supply routes to get the rest of the country up and running, but it’ll take a few more months. It’s still not safe out there,” Dr. Wyatt said.
“It’s not safe anywhere.”
Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out the pocket watch that belonged to his father, which he passed down to his own son. Now both his father and his son were dead. Mike tossed the watch to Wyatt.
“I don’t want it,” Mike said.
“It’s something you should keep. It belongs to your family.”
“Then bury it where the rest of my family is.”
Mike turned to go, but Dr. Wyatt stopped him.
“Here, take this,” Dr. Wyatt said, handing him the journal.
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t hold up my end of the deal. This journal has enough evidence for you to do whatever you want to me.”
Mike grabbed the journal, stuffed it into his bag, and left. As he walked down the streets of Cincinnati he realized there wasn’t anything left in this world for him. He decided to go back to the one place where he could be alone. The cabin.
The only thing he had to worry about now was how he was going to choose to leave this world. That was one choice he wasn’t going to let anyone else make for him.
The judge brought the gavel down hard.
“Order. I will have order in this courtroom,” he said.
Mike still had his handcuffs on and he was sitting next to his appointed attorney.
“Mike Grant,” the judge said, “you have pleaded guilty and provided a written statement to the crimes against the United States government and its people, correct?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“At this time you are able to make any opening statements before the proceedings take place.”
The courtroom was small. The only people that were allowed inside were a few high-ranking government officials, the attorneys, the judge, and sitting directly behind Mike was Agent Sullivan.
Mike dug his hand into his pants pocket and felt the cool outline of the his father’s silver watch. When the guards patted him down he was allowed to keep it.
“I have done terrible things. Things that have cost me everything I hold dear. When the power went out we didn’t just lose the lights in the cities, we lost the light within ourselves. We became dark, and twisted. We killed each other. We lost our way,” Mike said.
Everyone in the room was looking at him, staring, waiting for him to finish so they could walk through the dog and pony show and get to the execution, delivering him to justice.
“I watched my father, my wife, and my daughter die in front of me. I’ve felt their blood on my hands. It’s a stain I still haven’t been able to wash off. And when I found out that my son had been murdered, I didn’t think I had anything left to live for.”
Mike gripped the pocket watch harder. He was holding onto it for dear life.
“I thought I wanted to die. That’s why I came here, why I turned myself in. But then I remembered something my father told me a long time ago. He said that as long as one member of a family is alive, the rest live with them. They live on through the choices you make,” Mike said.
“What are you getting at, Mr. Grant?” the judge asked.
“Every single event that I listed in my statement happened—the EMP explosion, the planned coup to overthrow the government, all of it. But I wasn’t the one who planned it.”
Mike’s attorney started typing furiously at his laptop. Everyone started talking. The judge banged the gavel hard again.
“Order! Order! Mr. Grant, do you have any proof of your statements?” the judge asked.
“Yes, I do. There is a small cabin just outside of Carrollton, Ohio. It belonged to me. Inside you’ll find a desk and in the bottom drawer is a journal. The journal belonged to a Dr. Quinn Wyatt. In it you’ll find all the evidence you need of who planned the attacks.”
Mike turned around and looked at Agent Sullivan. Ben was smiling.
“In light of these recent events I move that we take a recess. I would like both counselors to join me in my chambers,” the judge said.
Mike’s attorney disappeared and an officer came and escorted Mike out of the courtroom. Before Mike left Ben grabbed his arm.
“What changed your mind?” Ben asked.
“My son.”
***
Once the authorities confirmed the journal was at Mike’s cabin a new investigation was launched. Agent Sullivan was hailed for his thoroughness and diligence, and Mike was told that he would be set free.
Up until his release Mike was allowed to see visitors. This time he chose to see two.
“Mike,” Katie said, wrapping him in a hug.
Sean was by her side. He gave Mike a slight smile.
“I can’t believe you’re alive. All of this is… crazy,” Katie said.
“How did you know I was here?”
“The trial was on the news. The government was comparing catching you to catching Osama bin Laden.”
“Except I turned myself in.”
Katie gave him another hug and the three of them sat down.
“How have you been holding up? How are Mary and her sisters?” Mike asked.
“We’ve been okay. Mary and the girls have been staying with us. My company is finally getting back up and running. We’re going to be moving out to California in a few weeks so I can start heading up the West Coast division. It’ll be a nice fresh start.”
“That’s good.”
Katie grabbed Mike’s hands.
“Mike, I… We’re alive because of you. What you’ve been through, the price you paid… It’s not something I can ever repay. I am in your debt for the rest of my life.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, it’s yours.”
“Thank you.”
***
Mike was given his personal effects when he was released. And when he walked outside Dr. Wyatt was waiting for him.
“I’m surprised you’re not locked up yet,” Mike said.
“They cleared me on a few conditions.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Mike, I can’t fix what’s already been broken. We both know that, but the reason I wanted to come find you was because I want to prevent these types of disasters from happening again.”
“People don’t want to change. They just want things to be back to the way they were.”
“Not everyone.”
Mike cocked his head to the side.
“What do you mean?” Mike asked.
“As part of the terms of my ‘pardon’ I’ve been asked to be a part of a new agency that would be in charge of preventing these types of attacks and disasters from happening again. I want you to be a part of it.”
“And why should I trust you?”
“How about me?” Sam said.
Mike turned around and the two men smiled and embraced each other in a hug.
“It’s good to see you, Mike.”
“You too, Sam.”
“Mike,” Dr. Wyatt said, “you’re not the only man who wants to work off the debt of death that we accumulated during the blackout.”
“So what do you say?” Sam asked.
Mike pulled out the silver pocket watch. He flipped open the cover and inside was a picture of his family.
“When do we start?”