Reggie trudged through the woods, there was an eerie noise wavering around. As he walked he thought he saw someone and rushed towards where he saw it, but when he got there all there was, was a leaf. The light was shining through the trees, Reggie glanced upwards, and as he did so a shadow cast over his eyes there was an outline of a man Reggie called out to him.
“Matt! Matt! Is that you?
There was no reply Reggie looked down at himself he was so scruffy, he hadn’t had a wash in over two weeks. As he thought about what was happening he missed the sound of a man moving away.
Two weeks ago Reggie had been at a station waiting for Matt Pritchard, his best mate, to pick him up. It had been raining that night. The darkness amplified the loneliness he felt in Pennsylvania. Matt was half an hour late, he was never late. Being in the army taught him not to be late for anything, this was not like him. Later on he was able to catch a taxi back to Matt’s house. There was no one there but Reggie knew where a spare key was hidden. As Reggie let himself in there was a cold draught in the room as though no one had been there for about four days.
Reggie was so tired he hadn’t slept in three days, he collapsed in a heap. When he awoke there was a dog growling just above his face, the man holding his leash was about 6 foot tall and had dark brown hair. He was wearing an army type camouflage jacket and trousers. The man barked at him
“Get up and follow me”
Reggie was thinking about how he was here in New England National Park.
Reggie walked along 32nd Street, which is the street where Matt works, Matt owned a skate shop called Hardflip To Melon. Matt used to ride for the rookie the team, but he broke both of his legs while trying to do his trademark trick (hardflip to melon) and retired to set up shop with his old friend George Howie. George had started the clothes company “Howies”. As Reggie stepped into the shop he saw George.
George recognised Reggie and asked him how he was.
“I’m alright, what about you?”
“Have you seen Matt recently, it’s just that he wasn’t at home.”
There was a brief pause before the answer came.
“He said he was going to see someone called Fernandez in New England national park.”
Reggie had heard of the name before. Matt spoke of him. They used to share a flat in college but Chad Fernandez had been kicked out for selling weapons and dealing in drugs. Why would Matt want to see him? There was no reason but where else could he be.
Reggie was pushed into a cell it was a damp, cold and smelled of burnt rubber. The room had no light and no window although light seeped through the doorway. There was an old rusted bucket so you could do your business. That was the only considerate thing that happened to him in that cell.
He looked down at his watch. It was 3:27 pm on the 29 of July. He had been in there for one and a half days now. A shadow blocked some of the light getting through. Suddenly a man who looked like he was called terminator barged in to the room and announced that Reggie was to see someone called Andy MacDonald. When he had past 12 rooms they went through a doorway into and massive room, which looked like it had been taken from a 1950’s sci-fi film. There was big metal, oval table in the centre of it. Three TV’s were hanging in a triangular shape above the centre of the table. To add to that there was a 9ft TV screen planted into the wall.
“Welcome to my domain. I hope the room was up to your standard.”
Reggie kept quite. For almost no reason Reggie was hit by terminator.
“Mr. MacDonald asked you a question.”
No I haven’t enjoyed my stay so far. Terminator was just about to hit Reg when Macdonald shouted out:
“No, leave him alone Jenkins.”
Reggie thought about how he first met Matt. After Reg left school he went straight in to the army, that was when hen he met Matt. They were both stationed in Iraq in the 123rd regiment after the gulf war. Matt had saved Reggie’s life on many accessions and vice averse. Matt left after 6 years of service because he just couldn’t cope. Reggie on the other hand stayed in and worked his way up to Special Forces. He was on a month leave when he was supposed to see Matt.
” Why are you here?”
” I was looking for a man called Fernandez. You know him?”
“I know him. He’s my boss. Why?”
“My friend went to see him.”
Reggie saw MacDonald signal something to Jenkins. He heard the cock of a gun. As Reggie hit the deck he was able to take out Jenkins. He picked up the gun and walked over to MacDonald
“Where is my friend?”
There was the sound of a gun being readied. Reg walked towards MacDonald aiming his gun at MacDonald’s Head.
“Give me the gun or I will blow your head off!”
MacDonald handed the gun over.
“Where is my mate Prichard?”
“All I know is that they went to some town in Alaska. I think that it began with the letter F. Maybe it was FUL or something. ”
There began a 5day hitchhike to the only town in Alaska beginning with FUL. Fulton.
Fulton was a small town. The population was around the 3000 mark. There was a group of shops in the centre of town. One a grocer, one butchers, one a newsagent and one a sports shop.
Reggie hadn’t eaten in two days so he went into the newsagent and bought the biggest sandwich he could find. He was able to scrounge some money off Jenkins and MacDonald. Surprising what you can do when you point a gun at someone’s head. There was a motel on the outskirts of Fulton. Reg decided to book himself in. he only had enough money to stay for one week. The room was one of those ugly pink colours, which can only be found in a motel room. In the room there was a black and white 12″ TV and a rock solid bed. All he was going to doing there was sleep so that was ok.
Reggie decided to ask people about Mr. Fernandez. He picked someone of about the same age (34).
“Excuse me sir, have you heard of a man called Fernandez?”
The man ran off. There was something peculiar about this town. There was an air of anticipation surrounding the name of Fernandez.
Reggie had managed to keep hold of the guns. He checked how many bullets there were. 24, he had nabbed 2 clips of Jenkins. Reg went into the butchers.
“Hi, by any chance have you heard of a man named Fernandez. Chad I think his first name.”
The man did not reply
“Have you seen Fernandez?”
Still no answer. The man seemed to push something under the counter. 20 seconds later two big men came through a doorway behind the counter.
“What’s up Steve?”
” This man wants to see MR. Fernandez. Show him the way to the telka.”
Reggie didn’t like the sound of that. As they went through the door Reg pulled out the guns and the men grabbed for there’s but before they could get a shot off the were on the ground screaming with pain. There was a flight of steps leading down top a sort of bunker, well it had no windows and looked like it could stand a bomb blast. After the steps there was a corridor, which had rooms branching off at regular intervals. What Reg wanted was at the end of the corridor. He could hear voices. In the room there were two men looking at something in the middle on a table. As Reggie got nearer the table he heard a familiar voice. Reg’s shoes scuffed on the floor.
“Matt, is that you?”
“Reg what the hell are you doing here?”
The other man spoke.
“Shall we get rid of him?”
“No Chad he is not important.”
“Matt you were supposed to meet me in Pennsylvania. I was looking for you. When I heard that you had gone to see Chad I thought that something must of happened.”
Out of the corner of his eye Reg saw Chad pull out his gun. Reggie rolled on the ground to doge the bullets and was able to get Chad in the leg. Matt looked horrified.