And Justice For All
Copyright © 2014 - 2015 by Eric Aune, Ken Barber, Roland and The Revolutions Universe Partnership
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To the Flag
At the Davidson house, Roger and Denise were trying to get any news that they could on what was going on by using a battery powered radio, but all they could pick up was static from every station that they tried. Occasionally, they thought that they could hear something very faint. One time, they thought that they heard a station identify itself as coming from Chicago, but it was gone before they could tune into the station. There were about to give up and go to bed when they were startled by a knock on the door. He exchanged a worried look with Denise before he went to open the door. As he made his way over to the door, he glanced out the window and saw a police cruiser sitting out in front. He looked back at Denise.
"It's the police. Maybe they want to talk to Ivan."
"Well tell them he's sleeping, we'll let them talk to them tomorrow."
Roger nodded and went over to the door to open it. He was a little surprised to see the police sergeant that was investigating the attack on Ivan's parents.
"Mister Davidson? Sergeant Grantland."
"Yes, I remember you. What can we do for you Sergeant?"
Denise had joined Roger at the door now. He glanced at her and touched the bill of his hat.
"Evening Ma'am. I came by to…..give you some bad news. I just came from the hospital."
The sergeant nodded.
"Oh my god. Ivan will be devastated."
"I'm afraid so. They don't know what happened, but apparently he was hurt worse than they thought. An autopsy will be performed to determine the exact cause of death, because frankly, they don't know how it happened. They thought he was out of danger, but."
Denise wrapped her arm around Roger's waist as he put his arm around her.
"How long will it be before they know?"
"Hard to know Ma'am, but I'm sure it will be a few days. Anyway, I need to get back on duty. I'm sorry I had to do this, but I felt I should let you know what happened, since there is no way to contact you by phone, until all this idiocy is over."
"Thank you Sergeant."
"Please convey my condolences to the young man."
"Thank you, I will let him know."
They watched as the sergeant got in his car and drove off. After closing the door he pulled her into a hug.
"We'll take care of him. He has a home with us."
"Should we tell him what happened right now?"
"No, I think we'll wait until morning. Let him sleep. He's been through a lot today."
She nodded and they decided to go to bed. Tomorrow was really going to suck.
The next morning Roger was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee when he heard the boys get up. He looked over at Denise who was getting things together for breakfast.
"I'm going upstairs to talk to Ivan. I'll send Brian downstairs."
She nodded and started working on breakfast. Roger went upstairs and stopped by Brian's room.
"Son, go downstairs and help your mom with breakfast."
He went over the guest room or he guessed it would be Ivan's room now, and knocked on the door.
"Ivan, may I come in?"
He opened the door and saw Ivan sitting on the bed, tying his shoes. He looked up at Roger. Roger gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He went over and sat down on the bed next to Ivan.
"Thanks for letting me stay while my dad's in the hospital."
"Of course. You're like another son. We care about you. We'll take care of you."
Something about the way he said that, caught Ivan's attention. He sat back up and looked at Roger. That was when he noticed that Roger's eyes were a little shiny and Ivan's face changed. He knew something was wrong.
"Wh…what is it?"
Roger looked down, trying to keep the lump in his throat down so that he could speak.
"The sergeant who was investigating what happened to your dads came by last night"
Roger again had to work hard to keep from breaking down himself. He looked at Ivan and he could see worry in Ivan's eyes.
"I'm sorry to tell you son, your dad died during the night. I guess his injury was too serious and they couldn't save him."
Ivan's head dropped and he shook his head. He couldn't believe that his family was gone. He had no one else. He looked at Roger with tears running down his face.
"Wh…what's go…going to happen to m…me?"
Roger pulled the boy to his side. Ivan turned to him and put his arms around Roger's waist as he began to cry.
"You don't have anything to worry about. You'll be staying with us. Your dads made us your guardians in case, something happened to them. So we'll help you with everything. Don't worry son, you have a home with us, for as long as you want."
He held him until he felt Ivan loosen his hold and sit up, wiping his eyes.
"Sorry, Mister Davidson."
"You have nothing to be sorry about. We're here for you. Do you think you can eat something?"
Ivan nodded after a moment and Roger patted him on the back as he got up. Ivan followed him downstairs. As they entered the kitchen, Denise was just putting platters on the table with food on them. She gave Ivan a smile and went over to give him a hug. He accepted it. When she let go, she guided him over to a seat next to Brian. Brian looked at him.
"My mom told me. Sorry about your dad."
Ivan had to swallow a couple of times, to keep his emotions under control. Roger asked Ivan again about anything he could remember about what had happened, so that he could let the police know. Ivan said he had only heard the last few gunshots or what he thought were gunshots, and when he got downstairs, it was all over. Roger nodded and said he'd let the police know. Ivan thanked him. Roger already knew that it was going to be a few days before he could make arrangements for the funerals, and because of the circumstances, he knew the bodies would be held for a few days, pending the autopsy results. He already knew Tom and Ken's lawyer, and he knew where he lived, so he took a chance that Ashwood hadn't been able to completely keep people from moving around and drove to his house, to let him know what had happened and made an appointment with him for next week, to talk about Ivan and his dads estate.
The next couple of days were hard for Ivan. After talking to the police, Roger was told that Homeland Security had finished their investigation and the property was no longer a crime scene as far as Homeland Security was concerned. He was told that Ivan could go into the house to get some of his personal things. Roger arranged to have a cleaning service come in early the next week and clean up of the evidence of the attack and do any necessary repairs in the house. They would reimburse him for the cost once the estate was settled. Roger, Brian and Ivan entered the house through the back door, so that Ivan didn't have to see the bloodstains near the front door. When they entered the house and into the kitchen, it was a little eerie, because it was so silent. Everything in the kitchen looked the same. Roger led them deeper into the house. Ivan kept his head turned away from the living room as he walked by, so he wouldn't see where the shooting occurred. Roger headed toward the men's home offices to find any important papers that would be needed to settle the estate, while Ivan headed upstairs to his bedroom.
When he got to the first office or study, he was faced with a huge mess. The office looked as if it had been torn apart. Someone had obviously searched the room with extreme prejudice and didn't care what condition they left it in. He was sure it had been the Homeland Security goons. He went and checked the other home office and it was in the same condition. Roger began going through the offices, trying to find any papers that would be of use in settling the estate.
Meanwhile Ivan and Brian were upstairs. Ivan gathered his books while Brian began to gather clothes for him. Ivan saw what Brian was doing and stopped him.
"Bri, you don't need to do that. I have a backpack in my dads' truck with some clothes and other things already packed. All I really need to do is get my school backpack, my laptop and iPod."
Brian nodded and closed the dresser drawer that he had opened. Brian grabbed the school stuff, while Ivan grabbed the laptop bag. He glanced around the room and grabbed a picture that was next to his bed and put that in his laptop bag.
"I guess that's it. I can get the backpack out of the truck and I should have what I need for now."
Brian nodded and they headed back downstairs. When they got there, they heard Roger moving around in one of the offices and went to where the sound was coming from. Ivan stopped at the open door, his mouth dropped open.
"Did you do this?"
Roger turned around and saw the boys standing at the door. He shook his head.
"No, those assholes did it. I'm trying to find your dads' important documents, bank accounts, mortgage, insurance, birth certificates, and other such papers."
He waved around the room and put his hands on his hips.
"I can't find anything in this mess."
He was obviously frustrated.
"I know where all that's kept. My dads have a safe for that kind of stuff. I'll show you."
Ivan led them upstairs to the master bedroom. That room was in the same condition as the two downstairs offices. Ivan went into the back corner of the walk in closet. He knelt down and pulled on one side of a shoe rack. It moved out of the way and behind it was a safe. Ivan punched in the combination and opened it up. He took an accordion file out of the safe and handed it to Roger. While Roger was looking through it, Ivan glanced at what else was in there and then closed it.
"My dads' told me about this last year and made me remember the combination, so that I could get to the paperwork if I needed it. I just never thought I'd need to do that."
"Well I'm glad they did. It looks like this is everything I need, so if you're ready, we can get going."
"I just need to get my backpack out of the truck. It has enough clothes and other things I need for now."
"Okay, that should be enough for now. We'll come back next week and make some arrangements for the other stuff."
They went back downstairs, Brian took Ivan's laptop bag while he went into the garage to get his backpack.
Saturday afternoon, Brian and Ivan were playing a card game, while Denise was working on dinner, when the power suddenly came back on. They hadn't realized how important electricity was, until they were without it. At least they were able to continue heating the house because it was gas not electric. With the electricity out for the last couple of days, some of the perishable stuff had spoiled, and had to be thrown out. Keeping the refrigerator closed as much as possible helped a little bit. The freezer part stayed colder longer, so as it defrosted, they shifted some things into there, to help them keep longer.
Roger immediately went over to the TV and turned it on to see if there was any news. He kept switching through the channels until he saw Ashwood come on. He was talking about the terrorist Jackson Bryce and how he was attacking good, god fearing Americans, all over the country, in his bid to bring his perverted ideas of how to live and ruining the American way of life.
"Grebanyy sukin syn, nichtozhil moyu sem'yu!" [Fucking son of a bitch, destroyed my family.]
"What was that?"
Ivan looked over at Roger. He hadn't meant to say that loud enough for anyone to hear, but the sight of Ashwood forced it out of him. Roger saw the anger on Ivan's face as he looked at Ashwood's image on TV.
"Nothing, just mumbling."
They continued to watch, but Ivan wasn't really listening to him, he just stared at Ashwood's image. If his eyes were weapons, Ashwood would be a pile of ash. He only heard part of what Ashwood was saying, but he did catch the words 'Camp David'. He remembered Camp David was pretty close by, his dads had told him about it. He got tired of looking at Ashwood, so he stood up.
"I'm going to go up to my room for a little while."
"Okay, buddy. We'll call you for dinner."
Up in his room, Ivan lay down on the bed and put his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He hated that man and wished he was dead. He was still laying there just thinking about everything that happened half an hour later when they called him for dinner.
"Are you okay Ivan?"
"Yeah, I….just….seeing his face, just makes me angry. It was under his orders that all this happened to my dads."
"What was he talking about anyway? I heard him say something about Camp David."
"Um, something about visiting Camp David."
"Did he say when?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"No reason, just wondering."
Roger looked at Ivan, but Ivan didn't notice the look, as he was looking down as he ate dinner. After dinner Ivan went to his room to think. He pulled a notebook out and on his laptop tried to get on the net, to pull up a map of Maryland. He had no luck, it was like the internet was down and he couldn't get in. He needed a map. He knew where the maps that his dads had used were kept. They liked to hike and camp, so they had a lot of maps. He needed to go to his house. He grabbed his jacket and went downstairs.
"I'm going for a walk."
"Okay, don't be gone too long, it's dark."
"I won't be long."
"Can I come with you?"
He wondered if he could trust Brian to keep quiet about where he was going, but he was his best friend, so he'd have to trust him and ask him to promise not to tell.
Brian got his jacket and the two of them went outside. Ivan didn't say anything right away as he headed to his house. Brian glanced at Ivan but said nothing, sensing Ivan just needed him to be there as a friend. He waited for Ivan to speak first. When they got to Ivan's house, he stopped and looked at Brian.
"Bri, I gotta ask you for a big favor. Don't tell your parents that I came here to my house. I don't want them to worry and I need to get something out of the house."
"Yeah, sure okay."
Ivan went around the side of the house and to the back door. He let himself in with his key, Brian followed right behind him. He led the way to his Papa's office, purposely not looking toward the door where the bloodstains were. His Papa was the one who had the hiking books and maps. In the office, he turned on the desk lamp and went over to the book case. Many of the books were on the floor. After checking some titles, he pulled down a book. Then in one of the drawers under the bookcase, he found Papa's maps. He shuffled through them until he found a couple that he thought would work. He brought them over to the desk and opened them up. Brian watched all of this, very confused as to what Ivan was doing. Moments later Ivan folded the maps back up and picked them and the book up.
"Okay, we can go back. I found what I wanted."
"What are they for?"
"Nothing really, just research. Remember you said you wouldn't tell."
Brian looked at him and with a reluctant look on his face, he nodded.
"Thanks Bri, you're the best friend a guy could have. Let's go home."
Ivan made sure the alarm was set and the door locked before they walked back to Brian's. Brian's parents were sitting watching TV, when they came in. They just looked up and smiled.
"Did you enjoy the walk, boys?"
"Yep. I just needed some air. I'm going to go up and do some homework."
"Yeah, me too."
They smiled and the boys went upstairs. Brian followed Ivan into his room.
"Okay, why did you need those maps and that book."
Ivan looked at Brian and decided to trust him.
"Bri, I have to ask a real big favor now. You can't tell anyone about these, promise?"
Brian looked at his friend and saw the pleading look on his face. He couldn't say no, so he nodded.
Ivan went over to him and hugged him tight.
"Thanks Bri, I knew you would. You're the best."
Ivan went over to the maps and the book and put them on the bed. He waved Brian over. He took a couple of breaths before saying anything.
"This is big and you have to keep it a secret. I'm going to take a short trip about thirteen miles from here. I need you to cover for me."
"Where are you going?"
"I can't tell you, because if you don't know, you can't tell anyone. It's called plausible deniability, my dads told me about that. Now, it should only take me no more than two hours round trip."
"How are you going to get there."
"My dirt bike."
"But you can't ride that on the highways."
"I won't be using the highways, I'm going by back roads for the most part and across some of the fields."
"But it'll be real dark out there."
"I've got a headlight on the bike, so I'll be fine."
"Well, if you're sure."
"Yeah, no problem."
Brian got up and went to his room. He did have some homework to do. In his room, Ivan laid out the maps and opened the book. The title of the book was Catoctin Mountain Park Hiking Trail Guide. He went over the maps and using a highlighter traced the route he would take to the park. From there, he then used the book to check out which trails he might be able to use the bike on. He saw that a lot of the trails would be slow going especially at night, but he did see that there was one road that went from the entrance to about where he thought Camp David was located. He circled the area that he thought Camp David would be located in on one of the maps in the book.
He remembered he and his dads camping at a lake near Camp David. While they were there, Ken had told him that Camp David was nearby and he showed him on a map that they had with them, where it was. Ivan checked the map and found it. Hunting Creek Lake. That was where they had gone camping. From there he knew it was only about a mile to two to Camp David. Ken had shown him on a map where it was, even if it wasn't marked on this map, he knew the area it was located in. He looked at the roads and figured which ones he could use. He would have to cross some fields at first, but with his dirt bike that shouldn't be much of a problem. Then he could use back roads to get around areas where there were a lot of people.
After studying the maps for awhile, he figured his route. He would cut across the fields to Tuscorora Creek and then take Walter Martz Road. From there he would have to be careful on which roads he followed because some of them that he would need to use for the first few miles, had a lot of buildings and houses around them, but if the area or road, looked too busy he could go around them through the fields. By the time he hit Mountaindale Road, there would be very few if any people on it, so it should be smooth sailing for him. As the crow flies it was about thirteen miles from his house. He figured it would take him about an hour to get there, maybe an hour and a half. On the roads where no one was around, and that was the type of road for the majority of the trip, he would be able to really open up the throttle on the bike. It was only where there were a lot of people that he had to be careful. He was satisfied that his plan was a good one, so he put everything in his backpack.
He was going to go in the middle of the night. He wanted to check out exactly how long it would take to get there, so he could make plans. Plans to kill that bastard that had killed his family. He didn't care what happened to himself as long as he got that sukin syn. Once he was finished, he did work on his homework and was just finishing it up when Denise stopped by his room.
"Hey Ivan. Homework all done?"
"Yes ma'am. Just finished."
"Do you want to come and have some hot chocolate?"
"No thank you. I'm kind of tired, so when I finish, I'll probably go to bed."
She walked over and put her arms around him and kissed the top of his head.
"I'm sorry about everything that you've had to go through, but don't worry, you're part of our family now. You're another son and Brian's brother. Once all the final paperwork is done, it will be official. You don't mind that do you?"
Ivan swallowed a lump. He knew that with what he planned, he might not be here for long, but he had to follow through, for his dads. He nodded.
"Yes, I'm very grateful that you are letting me live with you."
"Hey, there's no letting, we really want you here with us. We already love you like a son and Brian loves you like a brother. So no more of this letting, you are not a guest, you are family."
"Thanks Missus Davidson. That means a lot to me."
She gave him one more hug before leaving him. He wiped away a tear once she was gone. He turned around and looked at the door. It almost made him change his mind about what he planned to do, but he felt he owed it to his dads. He finished up and got ready for bed. He set the alarm for a little after midnight, but turned the volume down low, so it wouldn't wake everyone else up when it went off. Brian came in while he was getting ready.
"So are you still going?"
He looked at Brian and thought about lying, but he nodded after a moment.
"I'll be back before everyone's up, so don't worry."
Brian was a bit skeptical, but he reluctantly accepted what Ivan told him and said goodnight to his best friend and now brother. Ivan watched his friend leave the room, turned off the light and got in bed. He lay there just thinking for a little while before he turned on his side and tried to get to sleep.
He slowly came awake and reached over to shut off the alarm before anyone heard it, even though the volume was pretty low. He lay there blinking himself awake and listening to the house. It was completely silent. He got up and carefully got dressed. He opened his door and checked. He heard nothing, so he went downstairs and out the back door, thinking that would be quieter than the front door. He hurried to his house and let himself into the back. He went through it to the garage. Inside, were his dads' cars and their motorcycles. He went over to his 125 and put the key in to make sure it had plenty of gas. He then went over to where his leathers were and got them on. He grabbed his helmet and put it on. He grabbed the remote from one of the cars and opened the garage. He pushed his bike outside and then closed the door. He pushed the bike around to the back and out into the field behind his house. Once he thought he was far enough away, he started the bike and rode out across the fields, trying his best to stay away from any houses.
As he rode, there were a couple of times that he had to hide from vehicles on the roads, but once he hit the back roads where there was practically no one, he opened it up to make some time. It took almost an hour to get to the park entrance, because he made a couple of wrong turns and had to backtrack a little to get back on track. At the entrance to the park, he paused to check to make sure it was clear, because he had to cross a bigger road, Highway 77, and drove into Catoctin Mountain Park. He saw a building nearby and stopped the bike. He ran the bike past the building and up the road past it and once he was sure he was far enough past, he started it again and continued up the road. When the road turned to the west, he stopped for a moment to check the map. From what he could guess, he was a little over a mile from the entrance and drove about half a mile before stopping. He stashed the bike in the woods near the road, removed his helmet and began to make his way toward where he thought the entrance was located. He could feel the cold November night on his face with his helmet off. He pulled a stocking cap out of the pocket of his leathers and put it on. Lucky for him, his leathers were thick enough to keep him warm, so other than his face, the rest of his body was fine. He was about quarter of a mile from where he thought the entrance was, when he heard several loud gunshots. He paused for a moment and curiosity got the better of him and he ran forward. He saw lights ahead and slowed down a little. He kept going forward and hiding in the trees, he saw the sign that said Camp David. He saw someone in the guard shack and beyond it was an SUV. He crept forward and was brought up short when he saw a body lying on the ground. As he got closer, he saw a big hole in the door of the SUV and there was what looked like a man's head leaning against the window, like he was asleep. He crouched there in shock. What the hell had happened here?