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Authors: Devan Sagliani
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you mean?” I pressed him.
“He started pacing around my room talking to himself,” Moto said. “He kept going on about the girl in the video footage raiding the lab, and how she looked familiar to him.”
“We'd never met before,” Sonya said. “For the record. I still think he was fishing, trying to see if Yosha, I mean Moto, would slip up if he kept talking. I think it was another one of his tricks.”
“Franco began trying to piece together what had happened,” Moto continued. “He immediately saw the theft as part of a bigger plot against him, one that had been carefully planned and executed to disrupt his project. From there he began speculating on how she'd gotten on and off the base, and insisting that we do a vehicle count. I went along with his suggestions, not expecting them to lead to much.”
“Boy, were you wrong,” Sonya put in.
“By lunch he'd convinced half the base that the same terrorists who, the night before, had attacked a secret project to end the zombie virus were to blame for the General's death,” Moto said. “He had images of Sonya passed around and declared her an enemy combatant. He even offered a reward to the soldier or soldiers who could bring her in alive. When I heard that, I felt my blood run cold. I knew right away he intended to torture her until he found out where the plants were.”
“How awful,” Felicity gasped. “What did you do?”
“What choice did I have at that point?” Moto asked. “I went along with it. If I hadn't, I would have looked suspicious myself. It didn't make much difference though, because Franco didn't trust me from that point on.”
“If you were in charge, what difference would that make? Why not just send him away?” I wanted to know.
“I was told by General Helmer in Barstow to give Franco and his men whatever they needed,” Moto said, looking frustrated and angry. “I had to follow the chain of command. Even though I was the highest-ranking officer at Hueneme and unquestionably in charge, Franco began to assume more power, gaining the support of some of the men in the process. He formed a special team, starting with his own men, and gave them their own uniforms. Soldiers took to calling Franco's men Blackshirts because they dressed all in black from head to toe. They still follow him around wherever he goes.”
“That's unbelievable,” I objected, feeling shocked that someone had been able to slip into the base and turn it against my brother. As a Macnamara we were considered almost military royalty, due to our family’s tradition of service. Moto had worked hard to live up to that image. He'd earned the respect and loyalty of the men who served under him.
“It gets worse,” he said, looking grim. “Franco opened up an investigation into 'the attack,' as he called it, and began questioning enlisted men about their backgrounds, making profiles on everyone even remotely connected with the labs. He even formally questioned me at one point. I went along with it as much as I could, without giving Sonya away, wanting to set a good example and remain above suspicion. That's when I knew sending you away was a good idea after all.”
“All this time I thought you were punishing me for something by sending me out to the middle of nowhere,” I admitted. “Turns out you were trying to protect me.”
“Turns out I didn't send you far enough away,” Moto clucked like a mother hen, shaking his head.
“Don't beat yourself up, man,” I comforted him, seeing the genuine guilt in his eyes. “How could you have known that the neo-Nazi's I ran across in New Lompoc would join forces with the bikers and the CIA to hunt me down?”
“Given the way he was acting, I suspected it was just a matter of time before Franco tried to come at me through you,” Moto confessed. “At the time, I didn't imagine he'd unite a complex network of criminals and killers; I just felt it was his type of move, sleazy and underhanded. I couldn't take
“He started pacing around my room talking to himself,” Moto said. “He kept going on about the girl in the video footage raiding the lab, and how she looked familiar to him.”
“We'd never met before,” Sonya said. “For the record. I still think he was fishing, trying to see if Yosha, I mean Moto, would slip up if he kept talking. I think it was another one of his tricks.”
“Franco began trying to piece together what had happened,” Moto continued. “He immediately saw the theft as part of a bigger plot against him, one that had been carefully planned and executed to disrupt his project. From there he began speculating on how she'd gotten on and off the base, and insisting that we do a vehicle count. I went along with his suggestions, not expecting them to lead to much.”
“Boy, were you wrong,” Sonya put in.
“By lunch he'd convinced half the base that the same terrorists who, the night before, had attacked a secret project to end the zombie virus were to blame for the General's death,” Moto said. “He had images of Sonya passed around and declared her an enemy combatant. He even offered a reward to the soldier or soldiers who could bring her in alive. When I heard that, I felt my blood run cold. I knew right away he intended to torture her until he found out where the plants were.”
“How awful,” Felicity gasped. “What did you do?”
“What choice did I have at that point?” Moto asked. “I went along with it. If I hadn't, I would have looked suspicious myself. It didn't make much difference though, because Franco didn't trust me from that point on.”
“If you were in charge, what difference would that make? Why not just send him away?” I wanted to know.
“I was told by General Helmer in Barstow to give Franco and his men whatever they needed,” Moto said, looking frustrated and angry. “I had to follow the chain of command. Even though I was the highest-ranking officer at Hueneme and unquestionably in charge, Franco began to assume more power, gaining the support of some of the men in the process. He formed a special team, starting with his own men, and gave them their own uniforms. Soldiers took to calling Franco's men Blackshirts because they dressed all in black from head to toe. They still follow him around wherever he goes.”
“That's unbelievable,” I objected, feeling shocked that someone had been able to slip into the base and turn it against my brother. As a Macnamara we were considered almost military royalty, due to our family’s tradition of service. Moto had worked hard to live up to that image. He'd earned the respect and loyalty of the men who served under him.
“It gets worse,” he said, looking grim. “Franco opened up an investigation into 'the attack,' as he called it, and began questioning enlisted men about their backgrounds, making profiles on everyone even remotely connected with the labs. He even formally questioned me at one point. I went along with it as much as I could, without giving Sonya away, wanting to set a good example and remain above suspicion. That's when I knew sending you away was a good idea after all.”
“All this time I thought you were punishing me for something by sending me out to the middle of nowhere,” I admitted. “Turns out you were trying to protect me.”
“Turns out I didn't send you far enough away,” Moto clucked like a mother hen, shaking his head.
“Don't beat yourself up, man,” I comforted him, seeing the genuine guilt in his eyes. “How could you have known that the neo-Nazi's I ran across in New Lompoc would join forces with the bikers and the CIA to hunt me down?”
“Given the way he was acting, I suspected it was just a matter of time before Franco tried to come at me through you,” Moto confessed. “At the time, I didn't imagine he'd unite a complex network of criminals and killers; I just felt it was his type of move, sleazy and underhanded. I couldn't take
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