The Boundary: Chapter Two
On the way to Head Quarters was peaceful silence. I didn’t say anything, and the soldier, who had his gun slowly inched into my back, remained quiet.
As we walked, I noticed a boy about my age strolling casually by me. He had black shaggy hair, baby-blue eyes, and furrowed eyebrows. He looked new to the hell-hole. Suddenly the soldier stopped, and turned towards the teenager.
“You’re suppose to be going to Head Quarters, ” said my escort.
The young man met my gaze, but said nothing.
“Hey! You have a mouth you know. Use it!” The soldier dug his gun farther into my back as he got angry. I arched my back forward to release some of the pain.
“You are hurting her, officer, ” he finally said . . . very quietly.
“I don’t really care. What’s your name, brat?”
“Falcon . . . ” the boy replied , trailing off into space.
“Well, Falcon, you get your butt by Pepper here and start walking. You know what happens if you disobey orders. I CLEARLY remember now what your Father did to the President.”
I looked up at the soldier and asked, ” What happened?”
The man sternly returned my look and snapped, ” None of your business. GET MOVIN’!”
We teens ambled along to Head Quarters. The whole time my mind was buzzing.
What did Falcon’s Dad do?