Excerpt from “Relic II: Resurrection”

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Mary turned away, crossed her arms again, and thought for a moment.

He doesn’t care about our baby.

She looked at the field of corn that reached nearly up to the edge of the road.

He’s going to give her away.

She looked back at the sleeping child. Eve was secure in the car seat.

I can do this.

She took a deep breath, then grabbed the steering wheel and yanked.

 

“What the hell are you doing, Mary?” Bob shouted as he fought to keep the vehicle on the road.

“She’s not a science experiment!” she shouted. “She’s a baby.”

Despite Mary’s yanking at the wheel, Bob managed to regain control of the car. He elbowed her back into her seat. “It’s government property, Lieutenant,” he barked at her. “And we’re following orders.”

Mary screamed back at him, “The mission is over.”

“The mission was never over, Mary. It’s changed ownership.”

Mary felt the rage building inside of her. “You lied to me!” she cried out. “You told me that this child would be taken to a safe facility to be raised.”

“And it will. But it’s also too valuable to not study. The genetic advances alone will be phenomenal. Genomics science can leap years ahead, maybe even decades, based on what we can learn from this child.”

Mary grabbed the wheel again and yanked as hard as she could. The car veered to the right and careened into a corn field. They fought for control as the car plowed through the tall green stalks.

A burst of white shoved itself into Mary’s face. She wrestled it away. Her heart was pounding and her muscles tense, ready for action.

Bob was hunched forward against the steering wheel. Blood dripped from his face onto the wrinkled mess of white plastic lying in his lap. He groaned. His hands groped for something solid to push himself back into his seat.

Mary grabbed at his seat belt, wound it once around his neck, wrapped the slack around her forearm and pulled. Bob clawed at the woven belt. His eyes bulged. “Mary!” he gasped. “What are you doing?”

“I’m saving this child.” She braced a foot against the center console of the car and gave one last yank. Bob flopped forward, his face buried in the blood stained remnants of his deployed airbag.

The baby was screaming behind her. Mary unbuckled herself and kicked open her door. She moved quickly to free the child from its car seat, and held it close to her breasts. “There, there,” she whispered. “It’s going to be okay.” She coddled and rocked the screaming infant. “Shh. It’s okay. You’re okay.”