didn’t need any more stimulation.
“My brother is my enemy.” I said those words aloud, barely registering that I’d spoken them at all.
“That’s not possible. That’s not possible.” Against my will, I remembered all the terrible details The Organization had been able to uncover about Elijah Jacobs. And one fact stood out above all else. Elijah Jacobs was a cold-blooded killer.
How could I even begin to understand much less accept all those terrible truths that I’d seen very real, and very hard evidence of as being my brother’s crimes. How had my brother, the kid that had everything including a promising future ahead of him become a terrorist? How had the two of us ended up on opposite sides?
I tried to understand what Judah had been trying to tell me tonight. He’d said I didn’t understand what was happening. Judah told me that I was fighting the wrong enemy. But what had he been trying to imply? That he was actually on my side? That someone within The Organization was really the enemy? As hard as I tried to make sense of it, I found myself coming back to what I couldn’t accept. My brother could not be Elijah Jacobs. He was capable of those terrible crimes. But then, I didn’t really know what my brother was capable of. If what I’d read about Elijah Jacobs were true, then how could I possibly hope to save him from his crimes. And how cruel was it that I’d finally found Judah again under these circumstances?
Outside the clouds had disappeared. The moon, rising above the neighboring apartment complex, spreading its light across my balcony into the small window of my dining room where I sat. The allure of the night was just too strong to resist. There was something else in the air tonight. A certain electricity. Almost as if something unstoppable had been set into motion. For the first time I found myself looking around the dark shadows of lawn below me and wondering. There was nothing there. Or at least nothing that wanted its presence known.
“Judah?” My only answer was silence. A strange, uneasy silence of something waiting to happen.
It was a long time before I fell asleep that night and even then, my sleep was broken by uneasy dreams that disappeared with the light of day.
When I awoke the following morning it was late, but all of my past transgressions were there to haunt me.
I’d lied to Noah, the man that I cared deeply about. I’d been dishonest with the team--the people who were responsible for saving my life, and I’d failed to disclose valuable information that might someday be responsible for getting someone killed. I was not in the best of positions here.
After I’d made more coffee, I found the old box I’d long ago hidden away in my closet. The box that contained all the information gathered by my parents’ private investigator.
Through the years, I’d probably read those documents a thousand times. I pretty much knew all of it by heart and yet I couldn’t help but believe that somewhere amongst those papers there had to be something that I’d overlooked. Some thread of evidence that would have given my parents hope that my brother was still alive. The reason they’d gone to North Carolina in the first place. The reason that had ultimately gotten them killed.
After hours of searching, and chasing scraps of paper that seemed to hold some promise, all I’d managed to come up with was more questions than answers. I’d reached nothing but a dead end.
It was then that I decided to try another approach. The document that had been passed along to me by Noah. I had known the second that I’d
“My brother is my enemy.” I said those words aloud, barely registering that I’d spoken them at all.
“That’s not possible. That’s not possible.” Against my will, I remembered all the terrible details The Organization had been able to uncover about Elijah Jacobs. And one fact stood out above all else. Elijah Jacobs was a cold-blooded killer.
How could I even begin to understand much less accept all those terrible truths that I’d seen very real, and very hard evidence of as being my brother’s crimes. How had my brother, the kid that had everything including a promising future ahead of him become a terrorist? How had the two of us ended up on opposite sides?
I tried to understand what Judah had been trying to tell me tonight. He’d said I didn’t understand what was happening. Judah told me that I was fighting the wrong enemy. But what had he been trying to imply? That he was actually on my side? That someone within The Organization was really the enemy? As hard as I tried to make sense of it, I found myself coming back to what I couldn’t accept. My brother could not be Elijah Jacobs. He was capable of those terrible crimes. But then, I didn’t really know what my brother was capable of. If what I’d read about Elijah Jacobs were true, then how could I possibly hope to save him from his crimes. And how cruel was it that I’d finally found Judah again under these circumstances?
Outside the clouds had disappeared. The moon, rising above the neighboring apartment complex, spreading its light across my balcony into the small window of my dining room where I sat. The allure of the night was just too strong to resist. There was something else in the air tonight. A certain electricity. Almost as if something unstoppable had been set into motion. For the first time I found myself looking around the dark shadows of lawn below me and wondering. There was nothing there. Or at least nothing that wanted its presence known.
“Judah?” My only answer was silence. A strange, uneasy silence of something waiting to happen.
It was a long time before I fell asleep that night and even then, my sleep was broken by uneasy dreams that disappeared with the light of day.
When I awoke the following morning it was late, but all of my past transgressions were there to haunt me.
I’d lied to Noah, the man that I cared deeply about. I’d been dishonest with the team--the people who were responsible for saving my life, and I’d failed to disclose valuable information that might someday be responsible for getting someone killed. I was not in the best of positions here.
After I’d made more coffee, I found the old box I’d long ago hidden away in my closet. The box that contained all the information gathered by my parents’ private investigator.
Through the years, I’d probably read those documents a thousand times. I pretty much knew all of it by heart and yet I couldn’t help but believe that somewhere amongst those papers there had to be something that I’d overlooked. Some thread of evidence that would have given my parents hope that my brother was still alive. The reason they’d gone to North Carolina in the first place. The reason that had ultimately gotten them killed.
After hours of searching, and chasing scraps of paper that seemed to hold some promise, all I’d managed to come up with was more questions than answers. I’d reached nothing but a dead end.
It was then that I decided to try another approach. The document that had been passed along to me by Noah. I had known the second that I’d
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