Chapter Four Revolt

This is week four in the Sunday Scribblings  prompt hosted by Peckapalooza: The Confusing Middle. 

I’ve decided to hook these challenges together to make a chapter story. Might as well make something out of it if I can. Besides it helps with inspiration, having a starting place.

The earlier chapters can be found here to bring you up to speed on the whole story.

Here is this weeks installment and challenge.

Chapter 4

Revolt

Carly sighed. Waking up in a different bed every morning had gotten old. Fast.

They’d moved every single day in the last two weeks. Slept in every imaginable accommodation possible. From rustic campsites and cabins to high-end houses and hotels. It seems the US Marshall’s office has a wide network of contacts and options.

As she prepared to meet the day one more time, Carly wondered what surprises were in store for them. She was sure it would be wishful thinking to hope for a final destination.

Her lack of knowledge about progress toward a safe goal should come as no surprise. No one was talking to her… well, except for necessary communication. “What would you like to eat?” “We will be leaving early tomorrow” “Are you OK back there?”

The whole team was hyper vigilant and closed mouthed. If they knew anything they weren’t sharing with her. Which left her wondering… Are they with holding to protect me? Or. Maybe they don’t know anything yet? That was a scary thought.

Not knowing could be good except she had an active imagination. It was possible her imaginings were worse than the truth. At least she trusted her guardians. That’s got to be worth something.

It’s not just information though, they were withholding themselves too. They were polite and considerate but that’s about it. At the beginning of all this Carly expected she would get to know the team protecting her. Not happening. There were three guys and a young woman trading off on guard duty shifts. John seemed to be team lead. Beyond that she barely even knew their names.

A sudden flurry of activity said it’s time to move out. She’d gotten that much figured out at least. They hadn’t had breakfast yet though. That’s new.

As she entered the closed-in garage for loading, there was no surprise in seeing an unfamiliar van. She’d lost track of the number of different vehicles, never mind modes of transportation, used to keep her safe. They were obviously taking this whole threat on her life seriously.

With the high level of danger they seemed to be expecting, the size of their team could be a little scary. Carly would be worried except she knew they had at least one, if not two, other teams travelling with them. They were very good at what they did. She knew they were there but she’d never seen them.  Hopefully the people out to get her were not seeing them either.

Someone had been thinking ahead. Breakfast was waiting for them on the side of the road. They just had to pull over long enough to grab it.  Her empty stomach was grateful.

After a long and exhausting day and Carly’s stomach was starting to rumble with hunger all over again. Hopefully supper would last her a little longer than this mornings take-out had. It was good and all but not a stick-to-your-ribs kind of meal. She was dreaming of a nice meat and potatoes dish with a side salad and dessert.

The anticipated knock sounded on the door. The designated food procurer was back with meals for the hungry crowd. Noses began to wrinkle. What was that smell?

One of the guys opened his meal and the smell increased ten-fold. What was he eating? Ewww, it looked like something you’d find on the reality TV show Fear Factor. On second thought, maybe it’s better not to know what it is. Her stomach might revolt at the visual a description would bring.

Supper alone in her room was looking better and better all the time. At least her roast beef smelled yummy.

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