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Red Moon: RevolutionChapter 9

The police officer tapped his foot impatiently at the old man who kept insisting on getting through. To the officer, it should have been clear that no traffic was allowed through, the line of abandoned cars should have been a clue or the hundreds of police officers and even military personnel that had flooded the area around the airport, but for some reason the man wanted to get in along with the three other men that were with him.

"Sir." The officer said as politely as he could, not wanting to get some sort of complaint in the future that said he verbally abused a senior citizen. "I can't let you in. The entire area is block from the public." He waved around to emphasize the obvious armored swat truck and the copious amounts of caution tape that had successfully kept everyone else at bay.

"Why is it blocked off?" The man leaned out the window as if that would get him a better view of the road ahead even though his windshield was perfectly clear. "The airport is for the public and I have to pick up a friend." He had a very German accent and the man in the passenger seat looked like he was getting annoyed which put the officer a bit on guard. The two in the back on the other hand looked worried and whispered to each other. There was a lot of emotions flying around and the officer couldn't get a read on any of it.

"I'm sorry, sir." The officer repeated for what must have been for the twelfth time in ten minutes. "The airport is off limits."

"Why?" The man's fingers drummed on the steering wheel, hands placed perfectly at 10 o'clock and 2 o'clock. "I need to pick up my friend."

"Don't you listen to the radio? That was from your time?" The officer whispered under his breath.

"What about my radio?" The man said, obviously hearing the small insult. "I listen to ninety-two point three. Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, sir." The officer was beginning to think that he should call for someone to come in and handle this. He doubted anyone would be able to convince the man to go away and he couldn't be forcibly removed since he technically hadn't crossed any boundary that had been set up. "There's been an incident and until it is deemed safe and secure, you can't go in."

"I don't need to go into the airport, just to the parking lot." The man was persistent and even when he snapped at the young officer, he never actually raised his voice which kept both sides, as annoyed as they were, calm. "I can wait for my friend there. Surely I can do that?"

The officer licked his lips and looked around, really hoping that someone would come around and take over. He still had three hours left on his watch shift. He didn't want to spend those three hours like this. "You can't, sir. As I said, the entire area is off limits."

"Even the parking lot?"

"Yes, sir."

The man pursed his lips and looked over to the man next to him who had his arms crossed. His brows were furrowed and he did not look happy at all. "I don't think he's going to let us in." The man said as if it was new news to him.

"Have you tried asking?" The passenger said sarcastically and the two in the back gave each other a bewildered look.

"I'll try." He turned back to the officer whose eyes were wide. "Can we go in?"

Never in his life, had the officer dealt with such a person. He had been to murder scenes, barged into gang rapes and all other kinds of horrible things that occurred in the dark corners of the city, but this was easily and quickly becoming his most distressing day yet.

"S-sir." He barely managed to say when his radio crackled to life.

"Perimeter. Alpha one."

"Oh thank god." He didn't bother saying that under his breath and quickly turned away from the man to answer the call. The officer pulled the receiver from the velcro strap on his chest and held it up to his mouth, depressing the switch on the side of the fat, trapezoidal box. "Perimeter, go ahead."

"You can start letting people through to the parking lots. We need to move the cleared civilians to make room for ambulances."

It was ironic that they specifically mentioned the parking lot and he could feel the old man's smile beaming behind him. He didn't care that the man won this round, or even the war, he was just glad that he was going to be rid of him.

"Copy." The officer said and quickly placed the receiver back on his chest and turned back towards the man who had already replaced his smile that had been there mere moments before with a neutral, straight face.

"Well?" He looked at the officer expectantly.

The officer pushed away a string of dark thoughts and rested his elbow on the open window of the car to get to eye level with the man. He turned his body slightly and pointed down the road. "Proceed down the road and take the first left to the covered parking lots." The twisted his hand to show a left turn and then looked at the man who nodded.

"Thank you, officer." The old man shifted in his seat that groaned a little as if under stress. Looking at the car, the suspension seemed to be suffering a bit as the bumper was only an inch off the ground.

The officer thought about checking the car since it didn't seem possible for the weight of an old man, and three men to strain the car so much, but he thought against it. Even though there was just a shootout, if command thought that there would be a second attack, he was sure that they never would have let traffic in.

He stood back up and let the car on through and let out a long sigh as it went down the road and took the first left just like instructed.

Trevor looked over his shoulder at the slowly shrinking officer. "How did you know that was going to happen?"

"I didn't." Rommel had a large grin on his face. "A long life has just taught me a few things. Persistence is key." He pulled the car into the covered parking. He had to turn on the headlights since the overhead bulbs were off. The city had cut power to the area, most likely to aid police and swat, who would be entering the airport soon to clear it out of the shooters.

The Inquisition had messed up big this time. During the past several years, they had grown sloppy as more and more land was lost to the New Inquisition and the werewolves, but this was a big fluke on their part. That confused Rommel. What was their objective? To kill Dmitri? Not likely, even though the Inquisition knew that he was a valuable asset, they were always careful about not exposing themselves to the public or any government and had managed to successfully do that more hundreds of years. This threatened to blow their cover wide open.

The car pulled into an empty space between a large red Ford and a small blue KIA, their owners had probably been caught in the airport when the bullets started flying.

"What's the plan?" Banks said. The two Inquisition agents turned pseudo hostages had been mostly quiet during the uneventful car ride from the home Trevor was sure that he was never going to see again. "We're not exactly a rescue team to go in and pull out this friend of yours. There are police everywhere."

"Who said we're going in?" Rommel pulled out a long and thin cigarette from an inside pocket of his coat. He held it up to his nose and took a long breath in. He loved the smell of tobacco, as wrong as that sounded. He hated the smoke, but the simple smell of freshly dried tobacco leaves was something that he could appreciate when his sense of smell was thousands of times more acute than an average human's. "Dmitri is one of the most capable people we know." He gave a nod to Trevor even though he knew that Trevor's amnesia prevented him from remembering anything about Dmitri.

Trevor blushed a bit and didn't know why he was blushing. Every time he heard that name, Dmitri, he blushed. His heart fluttered in his chest, his stomach filled with butterflies. Sweaty palms, all strange physical reactions to someone he told himself that he didn't know. Yet, somehow he did know him more than he thought. At least his body did. He looked away to hide the reddening cheeks, not from Rommel, a wolf's eyes were too good to miss the contrast, but from the others. He didn't need them to get any ideas when they had, just hours ago, been watching and reporting on him from the house next to his.

"We just need to wait." Rommel put the cigarette back into his pocket where he kept three other hand rolled cigarettes. The pocket had been specially built to retain moisture so that the cigarettes stayed fresh for as long as possible. It was also lined with lead to stop x-rays so that he could sneak them on board airplanes. It was a small guilty pleasure of his that had come up after he had become a werewolf since smoking them was no longer an option. He didn't know of any werewolf who smoked, none of them could stand the strong smell of the smoke. "He'll be along shortly. Feel free to get out and stretch your legs. I have a feeling that we have a lot more driving to do in the near future and there may not be potty breaks." He teased them by saying the last part in the old man voice he used on the officer

Trevor took opportunity and slid out of the vehicle that was too small for him. His knees had been pushed up against him for most of the time and he needed to stretch out his legs a bit and also to think. This day had been a long and busy one for him, for better and for worse, mostly for worse in his opinion. He was being dragged away from home to keep those close to him safe. By removing himself from their lives, even though he was sure that his friends were panicking right now at his prolonged absence, they didn't know that he was leading potential dangers away. Maybe one day he could go back. When this war that he wanted nothing to do with was over.

Rommel had explained the basics of what had happened in the past few years since Russia. It simply boiled down to a coalition between disgruntled ex-Inquisition forces who wanted to change the warlike organization towards a more diplomatic ideology and the long time hunted werewolves who were finally getting a chance to take out their old enemy and they were fighting a slowly dying Inquisition that was lashing out and appeared to be splintering. He didn't really understand it all, but he knew that he was going to play a part in it now.

Rommel had also explained the somehow, Trevor was the strongest werewolf currently alive. He didn't believe it, but the old man who had once been the Desert Fox of the Afrika Corp did believe it.

It was strange for Trevor to think of himself as a werewolf since he had no memories of being one. He knew that it had happened in Russia. He had gone to the country for a winter vacation, to take a week to explore the country that he had grown up hearing about in history books and documentaries. Somehow he had been turned into a werewolf, the details were mostly kept from him, but it involved Dmitri. A large, and very intimidating man who had at some point become his mate.

The word sounded all wrong in Trevor's mouth, but so right in his head. His body responded as if there was an attraction to this man that he hadn't seen since he had left him at the airport to go home and leave that hectic week behind. He tried to push the feelings that welled up in him down, but they kept coming up at the mere mention of Dmitri.

He remembered very clearly. He was at the airport, his ticket in hand, his backpack on his shoulder and a fresh new set of scars that laced across his head from some sort of traumatic accident that had occurred.

They kept a lot of detail from him. Trevor got that Dmitri, Rommel and a third person, Sergei, would tell him everything if he asked, but he didn't want to know any details so he didn't.

Dmitri had asked Trevor to stay in Russia with him. He wanted him to stay so bad, to stay with a man that Trevor no longer knew. It tore at Trevor a bit when he turned away and went into the airport and got on the plane that brought him to London, New York, Indianapolis and then finally Seattle. Now he was back at an airport, waiting for Dmitri. It was amusing how everything was coming full circle.

"I came as soon as I caught you smell on the wind." The deep, alien, and yet familiarly warm voice echoed across the concrete walls.

Trevor caught his breath, another unintended physical reaction. He turned and looked at the man who stood fifty paces away from him in ill fitting slacks and a white shirt. Trevor could smell him as well, very clearly. It was very familiar, but distant, like smelling an old childhood favorite after years and years. He hadn't noticed it before, living as normally as possible had robbed him off the ability to accurately separate smells even though he could smell all of them very well.

"We have much to discuss." Dmitri said with a grin that wouldn't have been misplaced on a small child.

"I-I guess we do."