Jackson
Jackson Wolfe’s body radiated heat. His sweat was staining the sheets of his bed. He thrashed around in his bed violently. Even in his sleep, he knew that, once again, this would be a restless night for him.
Not again, he thought. Not the dream again...
***
Sergeant Dearden looked over at Wolfe as he drove. "Nice day for a drive, isn't it, sir?"
Captain Wolfe didn’t answer him. He just stared out the window.
Dearden cocked his head. “Hey, Six, is this thing on?” he asked, tapping the microphone on his headset. “I’m talking to you, Wolf Six. What’s the matter?”
Wolfe smiled briefly. Wolf Six was his call-sign on the radio, and as the leader of Wolf Squad, it was important that he maintain communication, even when he didn’t feel like it. “Your mic is fine, Sarge. And everything else is fine too. It’s always a fine day when you’re in the Army.”
"Damn straight," Dearden said, turning back to the road. "But, seriously, what's bothering you? I know you ain't got a girl back home, so it can't have been a 'Dear John' letter."
Wolfe looked at the desolate landscape. Afghanistan was a harsh place to live, but he had become quite familiar with it over the last few months. “The intel that we got today is bothering me. I got it from an unreliable source. Still, I can’t say why, but I expect trouble. I want you to be on your guard today.”
Dearden chuckled. “You know me, Cap’n. I’d never let anything happen to you or the other men.”
“I’m serious,” Wolfe said.
“I’ll let them know not to slack off today,” Dearden said. He was all business now. When Wolfe needed him to be, he was always the consummate professional.
Wolfe smiled as he looked back out the window. He heard Dearden’s voice go out on the radio, letting the men in the other vehicles know in code to be extra watchful today.
As they rolled up to the village of mud huts, Wolfe opened the door to the huge army vehicle that he was riding in. As he jumped out, though, he felt himself falling, falling, falling...
***
Falling all the way to the floor. Jackson screamed as he hit the ground, scrabbling for a place to find cover. A cold sweat coated his skin, and his breathing was heavy and quick. When he realized he was in his room, safe in the United States, he screamed again. At least the dream didn’t make it to its conclusion this time, but he knew in his heart that he’d never be able to leave those memories behind.
Those ghosts would haunt him forever.
He could see clearly, even in the dark, and he looked at his hands to make sure. Still human, he thought. This time.
The transformations were coming more frequently now, which made him glad that this time, he hadn’t transformed. That would simplify things, if only for tonight. He had a lot of things to figure out in his life, but here and now, he only had one thing on his mind.
As he felt his heart practically beat out of his chest, he looked at the clock. Zero two thirty. 2:30 AM. He knew he’d never make it back to sleep, and if he did, he’d just dream the dream again. He didn’t want to go there again. He wished he never had to go back there again.
He booted up an old laptop, the same one he had used during that fateful tour of duty. He spent the rest of the early morning hours looking at old pictures he had taken with an ancient digital camera, years ago now. There were pictures of camel spiders, of fields of opium, of beautiful sunsets. He skipped all of those. He might as well have deleted them, because he never looked at them anymore.
Tears welled up in his eyes, dripping down his face as he continued to scroll. He didn’t want to see his old tent, or vehicles, or even him smiling with the local Afghanis. He just looked at pictures of those nine brave men who lost their lives under his command.
Chloe“Check Fort Baskerville.”The words had run in her ears the entire day, making it hard to concentrate on her work. Fort Baskerville. She had to find him and now, after six months of searching, she finally had a clue.Chloe Madison walked into her small apartment and dumped her backpack unceremoniously on the floor by the door, dropping her winter coat on top of it. Her shoes were off in a second and she stretched her arms up over head, groaning with feeling the freedom of being home. As a graduate student of the prestigious Hudson University Genetics program, being home with her shoes off was a luxury.She rolled her head from side to side, relaxing the tense muscles and letting her shoulders drop from their permanent position up around her ears. Chloe walked over to the refrigerator and opened up the heavy white door. There was a bowl of soup from the night before, a ridiculous amount of condiments and salad dressing, and what was left of half a gallon of milk. She closed the d
JacksonCaptain Jackson Wolfe sat gingerly down on the ancient office chair, afraid that it might collapse under his weight at any moment. It wasn’t that he was particularly heavy. He was actually in the best physical shape of his life, but the chair was so ancient that it looked like it might disintegrate if the sun’s rays hit it too hard.Luckily, the chair held. It was actually more comfortable than he had expected and it had lasted him the entire week without falling apart so far. He leaned back tentatively, listening for a squeak of hinges that would foretell his doom, but the chair held. He let out a slow sigh, glancing around at the small room.This “office” in the Records Building of Fort Baskerville was small. The Army had given it to him to work out of while he was here. Truth be told, it wasn’t much more than a glorified broom closet. There was the ancient chair with an equally old wooden desk, an Army cot that looked like it had been made in the 1970’s, and piles of brown
JacksonJackson stepped out into the hallway, pausing for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim hallway light after the dark of his office. He looked left then right, trying to decide what direction to take. Toward the Records Room or toward the vending machine. The vending machine sounded like a better idea. He took a deep breath and took exactly one step in the vending machine's direction before freezing in his tracks.A scent hung in the air that made something primal in the pit of his stomach tighten and ache with joy. The hair on the base of his skull tingled and his eyes lit up with a golden fire. He could barely detect it, even with his enhanced senses, but what he could smell was something that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.He gave a smooth about-face, sucking air into his nose to try and fill himself with the scent. It was flowers and sunshine with just a touch of something that made him start to ache with want. His feet carried him forward, his nose pulling i
ChloeChloe was breathless and shaking as she slid across the tattered red vinyl seat into her favorite booth. The 24-hour diner was quiet with only a single other customer at the counter eating some pie. It was the perfect place for her to look at the file and still be in public. Something told her not to go home just yet, so she listened to the little voice inside her head. It was usually right about stuff like this.She peered across the room at the dark window, but the sidewalk outside was empty. A cold wind blew a breath of snow skittering across the street, but no one appeared. She shook her head, telling herself she was being paranoid. No one knew about the hole in the fence. No one but the one handsome soldier had seen her, and he wouldn't have followed her here. It surprised her that she half wished he had; the way his eyes had almost glowed gold in the dark, the way they had followed her, the strength of his arms under the uniform..."You're just high on adrenaline," she whi
JacksonThe reports on the newly replaced desk in front of Captain Wolfe blurred yet again. Jackson was glad that the new desk was of stainless steel this time; his chances of breaking it accidentally were much lower. He had managed to reorganize most of the files from the night before, but now that he was trying to read them and concentrate, he felt his mind drifting. All he could think of was the dreams of her. For once the nightmares of his transformation in Afghanistan had been held at bay; instead he had dreamed of her. The curl of her hair against her neck. The perfect smattering of freckles across her cheeks. Her scent floated around in his memory like a welcome ghost, making him smile unconsciously as he remembered it.His whole life, Jackson had an enriched sense of smell. As a teenager, he had been surprised to learn that not everyone could smell the things he did. It was something that he utilized in his interrogations. He could smell fear. The trickle of bitter sweat that
JacksonJackson sat next to the corner window overlooking the main quad. From his position he had a clear line of sight to the library, the science building, the student center entrance, as well as the rest of the coffee shop. The coffee was warm in his hands and he had surprised himself by ordering it with cream and sugar; he usually liked it black.He didn't look out of place among the students. Slightly older, perhaps, at twenty-eight years old, but there were enough graduate students that he didn't stand out. Watching the freshmen working feverishly on their projects at the table next to him reminded him that he had gone a very different path. West Point with a degree in Psychology was not the easiest course load through college, but he had done it. It was how he had gotten to where he was now.The door chimed and he turned from the window to have his world flooded with golden warmth. She was here. Chloe walked up to the counter to order a coffee to go. He tried not to stare, but
ChloeChloe had finally dozed off about an hour after getting home from the diner, her hair spread out against the pillow like a halo. She twitched once as she settled into a dream, her mouth curling up into a smile.***She was in room lined with red velvet. There was a bed and a window, but the most important part was the fact that there was a man in the room with her.He was shirtless as he looked out the window. The muscles on his back were long and lean and begging her to run her fingers along them. A small, thin scar ran along his flank, but it didn't detract from his sculpted perfection; rather, it added to it.He turned as she stepped forward, a smile brightening his handsome features. Dark hair and dark eyes pulled her toward him like a magnet. She smiled back. She knew him. She loved him. She had always loved him. He was her Captain Wolfe.The man reached for her, his fingers threading into her hair as he pulled her into his lips. She pressed her body against his, desperate
JacksonHe raised his eyebrows and looked at the file still on the table. "You get those files to Dr. Vincelli?"Chloe felt the hot rush of blood to her face at being called out at the lie, but she didn't back down. A low growl reverberated from beside her and she was surprised to see Dr. Turner with a menacing expression on his face. She didn't know that her sweet professor could look terrifyingly deadly; she was just glad that he was focused on the intruder and not her with that look on his face.The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. The two men stared at one another in a silent battle of wills, ready to fly at the other at a moment’s notice. Dr. Turner stepped forward, effectively shielding Chloe from Jackson. Chloe knew she needed to break the tension before one of the men decided to do something stupid.She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling very vulnerable as both men turned with brown eyes flickering to golden. "Hello again, Captain Wolfe." She was just glad h