299 Days: The Restoration

Chapter 293 “We’re here to put the Bad People in Jail”

The sound of screaming children filled the building. They sounded terrified and were screaming their lungs out.

Grant had no idea what to do, and it was clear that the Team was also at a loss. They kept doing what they’d trained to do: sweep the whole area with light and be ready to shoot any threat that appeared. That was it. It wasn’t much of a plan.

Someone was yelling for the kids to be quiet and to get to the “hiding place.” From the little patches of light that Grant could see in front of his rifle, and from all the sweeps in various directions he had made, it looked like this building didn’t have any interior walls. There were kids running everywhere, several dozen of them. They ranged from about five years old to teenagers, but most were younger kids. Screaming.

The Team fanned out as best they could with the kids running in their way. It looked and sounded like they were gathering in one place, and then the Team heard them running upstairs. Oh great. There were more floors to clear, which meant they were now exposed to potential Limas or armed, scared kids waiting for them at the top of the stairs. Pow yelled out for the two who were closest to him to stay down on the first floor while the remaining four went up the stairs. The two staying on the first floor turned out to be Bobby and Scotty.

Pow, Grant, Ryan, and Wes ran toward the staircase. They could see they were chasing lots of kids and a few teenagers toward the stairs. The kids were still screaming and crying. Grant thought it was unfortunate that they had to terrify these children even more than they already were, but they had to see if there were any armed threats in the building.

Grant looked around as they were running toward the stairs. He was so proud. Ryan and Wes were running behind him and sweeping the area with their rifles. The lights showed the sweeping. These two were protecting Grant and Pow as they went forward. It was automatic, instinctual. It looked smooth and choreographed, in sharp contrast to all the kids running around and screaming.

As they got to the staircase, Grant realized that they’d never actually practiced this. Going up a staircase with guns was tricky, and the Team had never had a two-story place to practice such a maneuver. No shooting range had this, and the meth house was only one story.

Grant found himself just doing what he’d seen in the movies — hugging every bit of cover and sweeping his rifle up the stairs. It was terrifying because there were so many places up that staircase for someone to hide and shoot them, or even drop things on them. They didn’t have helmets. Like body armor, helmets were one of those “it’d be great to have” items that they never got around to acquiring.

But, somehow, they managed to get up the dark staircase to the second floor. By now, the screaming had stopped. The kids seemed to be hiding. It was quiet except for faint footsteps of running kids above them and the familiar voices of the Team shouting instructions to each other.

Pow tried the door to the second floor room, but it was locked. There was no noise from this floor. Maybe people were inside and had locked it to keep them out.

“I really want to clear this room,” Ryan whispered to Pow, referring to the second floor, “before we go up to the third floor.” Ryan looked around to make sure he was whispering softly enough so that no one other than Pow could hear him. “That way, anyone in the second floor room can’t come out and cut us off from Bobby and Scotty on the first floor.”

Pow nodded. “That’ll have to wait, bro,” he said, “’till we’ve assessed the whole building.” Ryan nodded. They had to find where the kids went and whether there were any threats in the building.

They went to the third floor and also found it locked with no noises coming from inside it. They carefully moved up the staircase to the fourth floor.

The door to the room on the fourth and final floor was unlocked. Pow opened it and Grant went bursting through, sweeping the room with his weapon light.

He saw a sea of little faces. Dirty, frightened, crying little faces. Most had their hands up and then they started screaming. It was obvious that they thought Grant was going to shoot them.

Good, Grant thought. As evil as that sounded, he wanted everyone in that building to be scared of the Team so they would do cooperate and no one would get hurt. Then, if there was no threat in there and things calmed down, the Team could assure the kids that they were good army men, not bad ones.

A weapon light came through the door. It was Pow, who was followed quickly by Ryan and Wes. All four of them were sweeping the room and it looked like it was full of kids.

“Shut up!” Pow yelled. In broad daylight, he was an imposing enough figure, but in the dark, with kit and a rifle, he was positively terrifying. A round of startled screams went up.

“All of you, shut up!” Wes yelled, with an authoritative edge to his voice. “Now! Hands up!”

Most of the screaming died down and hands started to go up. Some kids, the very smallest ones who seemed about five years old, were still crying and not putting their hands up. “Who’s in charge?” Grant yelled out. “Now! Tell me now!”

A skinny college-aged adult waved his hands. “I am,” he responded, timidly. He wasn’t going to move until someone told him to.

“Come here,” Pow yelled. “Slowly,” he said in a normal tone of voice.

The skinny man nervously walked over to Pow. “I’m Tom,” he said.

“Why are all these kids in here?” Grant demanded.

“It’s where we live,” Tom said.

“The second and third floors are locked,” Pow yelled at Tom. “Why?”

“Our stuff is in there. And our kitchen,” Tom answered. “Up here on the fourth floor is where we hide. We would have locked it, too, but you guys got in here too fast.”

Grant hoped that was true about the second and third floors, although the more he looked at these pathetic kids, the more he realized that this was not exactly a Lima commando base.

“Tell these kids to shut up!” Ryan yelled. “We don’t need people to hear us.”

“Everyone, be quiet,” Tom said, very casually and calmly. Slowly, the crying and sniffling trailed off.

“Sorry we had to yell,” Grant said, “We didn’t know who you were. Hey, kids, we won’t be yelling anymore.”

“Who’s got the keys to the second and third floors?” Pow asked Tom, in a calmer voice.

“Me,” Tom said.

“Let’s go,” Pow said. “You’re going to open the doors down there. Is there anyone in here with a gun?”

Tom didn’t answer.

Wes brought his AR up from the low ready position and pointed it at Tom’s head. “Any guns?” he asked. Wes, one of the nicest guys on the planet and a gentleman, was not interested in politeness when it came to something that could get him and his Team killed.

“Yes,” Tom said. “I have one. Two others do, also. They’re back there.”

The air instantly felt tense.

“Tell them to drop their guns and kick them over toward us,” Pow commanded.

“Do what he says,” Tom instructed the kids.

They heard two metallic objects hit the ground and slide across the floor.

“Now yours,” Pow said to Tom, who slowly drew his revolver from his belt and set it on the ground. He softly kicked it toward Pow.

“Any more guns?” Ryan yelled. “Last chance.”

Tom said, “No. We only have three.”

Pow motioned for Tom to go out the door. “Come on. Let’s unlock those doors.”

He went out the door with Pow, shining his weapon light right on the back of Tom’s head. The safety was on.

“Moving! Staircase,” Pow yelled down the stairwell to Scotty and Bobby downstairs.

Tom took Pow down the staircase to the third floor and pointed to his pocket. “Here’s the key. Can I take it out?”

Pow nodded and Tom slowly took out a key ring. He needed some of the light from Pow’s weapon light to find the correct one.

Tom put the key in the door, appearing very calm, which Pow took note of. If Tom acted like a hail of bullets would be coming through that door, Pow would have… well, Pow didn’t have a plan for that.

Tom opened the door and motioned for Pow to look inside. Pow shined his light in there. Sure enough, it appeared to be essentially empty. It contained clothes and sleeping bags and even a crude kitchen. Otherwise, it was empty.

“Lights don’t work,” Tom said, motioning toward the light switch. The power had probably been cut off long ago when the plant closed.

“Second floor,” Pow said. Tom closed the door and started to lock it.

“No,” Pow said. “It stays unlocked.” This would allow the Team to properly and thoroughly clear the room later.

“Moving! Staircase,” Pow yelled down the staircase. He motioned for Tom to go down.

They walked down another floor. The whole time, Pow swept in every direction to see any threats. So far, there were none.

Tom opened the second floor door just as calmly as the third floor one. Pow looked in and saw another sleeping floor. There was no one in there.

Pow motioned for Tom to go back up to the fourth floor and followed him. He continued to sweep the staircase. It was a habit.

They got up to almost the fourth floor. “Moving!” Pow yelled to Ryan and Wes.

“Move!” Ryan yelled out, signaling that he heard Pow and Pow had permission to move.

Pow followed behind Tom up the stairs. They entered the fourth floor again.

“Okay,” Pow said, struggling to remember Tom’s name. “What the hell was your name?”

“Tom,” Tom said. “Tom VanDykstra.”

“Okay, Tom,” Pow said. “Get all the kids downstairs to the first floor. We need them in one place where we can watch them. We need to clear this building and we don’t need any kids running around.”

“Are you the police?” a little girl asked from the corner of the room.

“Kind of,” Grant said. “We’re good police. We’re here to put the bad people in jail.” Grant started to tear up as he remembered Cole saying that Grant’s “army men” were going to put the bad people in jail.

“Okay,” the little girl said. “My daddy was a police officer.” Grant wanted to talk to her, but this was no place for a conversation.

“Great,” Grant said, a little abruptly. “Now listen to Tom and do what we say. We need to make sure you’re all safe, so listen to us. We don’t know if there are any bad people in here and we need to find out, okay?”

Many of the kids nodded their heads slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation.