River Rising: Earth Tales
By Mary Morton
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Mary Morton
River Rising is Mary Morton’s first novel, and she hopes to find an audience for this story she has worked on since Katrina devastated New Orleans. She lives in Michigan with her husband, Cock-a-Poo, and Russian Blue. She enjoys spending time with her family when their busy schedules mesh. Her husband recently retired after twenty-five years as a Lutheran pastor, but just as special ops never truly retire, pastors never retire.
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River Rising - Mary Morton
Copyright 2014 Mary Morton.
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Contents
Chapter 1 Life Everlasting?
Chapter 2 Now What?
Chapter 3 Staying Alive!
Chapter 4 Home
Chapter 5 The Vieux
Chapter 6 Rolling
Chapter 7 Checking In
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10 The Pen Is Mightier Than Word
Chapter 11
Chapter 12 The Table Shook
Chapter 13
Chapter 14 The Next Battle
Chapter 15
Chapter 16 Gardening Therapy
Chapter 17 Who’s Listening Anyway?
Chapter 18
Chapter 19 Rotten To The Core
Chapter 20 And There Goes The Republic…
Chapter 21 Course Of Action
Chapter 22 Possible, Probable Threats
Chapter 23 Oil Rigs; The Heart Beat Of Louisiana
Chapter 24 Abercrombie And Disaster
Chapter 25 Abercrombie And Rigs
Chapter 26
Chapter 27 Al-Qaeda Attacks
Chapter 28 Clueless
Chapter 29 Enemy In The Camp
Chapter 30 In The Air
Chapter 31 Rolling On The River
Chapter 32
Chapter 33 Pirates On The River?
Chapter 34 More Pirates On High Seas
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38 New Orleans
Chapter 39 Bring In The Feds, Abandoned City
Chapter 40 Doha
Chapter 41 Ibrahim
Chapter 42 New Orleans
Chapter 43 Katrina
Chapter 44 Shutdown
Chapter 45 Who Knows, Who Is The Enemy?
Chapter 46 Bomb, Bomb, Bomb Saddam?
Chapter 47
Chapter 48 Big Business Bombs
Chapter 49 Anything Goes With Qadafi
Chapter 50 Anything Goes
Chapter 51 Syria
Chapter 52 Kate And Hypocrites
Chapter 53 Where Are The Troops?
Chapter 54 Let Them Eat Cake
Chapter 55
Chapter 56 Atlantis?
Chapter 57 Pawns?
Chapter 58
Chapter 59 Who Are The Aliens
Chapter 60 Control The Board
Chapter 61 In The Hood
Chapter 62 Who Is That?
Chapter 63 Millie, Kate, And Cat
Chapter 64
Chapter 65 Collaboration
Chapter 66 A Change Of Power
Chapter 67
Chapter 68 Where And When, Venice?
Chapter 69
Chapter 70 Millie And Cat
Chapter 71 Gumbo
Chapter 72 Steve And Kate
Chapter 73 Surprise
Chapter 74 Nightmares
Chapter 75 Sweet Dreams
Chapter 76
Chapter 77 Storms
Chapter 78 Get Ready For The Storm
Chapter 79
Chapter 80 The Sixties
Chapter 81 Mopping Up
Chapter 82 More Traffic
Chapter 83 Friend Or Foe?
Chapter 84 Shopping
Chapter 85 Enemy In The Neighborhood
Chapter 86 To Catch A Thief
Chapter 87 Home Sweet Home
Chapter 88 To Tennessee
Chapter 89 In The Beginning
Chapter 90
Chapter 91 The Ranch
Chapter 92 Sweet Sleep
Chapter 93 What Next In New Orleans?
Chapter 94 Back In New Orleans
Chapter 95 Sala Who?
Chapter 96 Ibrahim
Chapter 97 America
Chapter 98 Hell Fire!
Chapter 99 We Are In The Army Now
Chapter 100 To Tell The Truth
Chapter 101 Why Am I Here
Chapter 102
Chapter 103 The Story
Chapter 104
Chapter 105 Ah Humidity
Chapter 106 Can They Do It?
Chapter 107 Kate’s Family
Chapter 108 Back To New Orleans
Chapter 109
Chapter 110 At The Base
Chapter 111 Retreat
Chapter 112 Kate And Sue
Chapter 113 Royal Street
Chapter 114 Quarter
Chapter 115 Mixed Messages
Chapter 116 Mohan
Chapter 117 Kate’s Bio
Chapter 118 More Of Kate And Steve
Chapter 119 Ibrahim
Chapter 120 Home?
Chapter 121 Right After Katrina
Chapter 122 Father
Chapter 123 Kate, Sue Chat
Chapter 124 Ibrahim
Chapter 125
Chapter 126
Chapter 127
Chapter 128 Ibrahim On A Mission
Chapter 129 Ahmed And Abu
Chapter 130 Mardi Gras Attack
Chapter 131 Too Soon
Chapter 132 The Scene After The Attack
Chapter 133
Chapter 134 Seriously Carbon Black
Chapter 135 Why?
Chapter 136 Where Did They Go?
Chapter 137 Enter The Roberts Family
Chapter 138 Sleepless
Chapter 139 Breakfasts
Chapter 140 Whispering Oaks
Chapter 141 Four-Year-Old
Chapter 142 A Break
Chapter 143 Harry And Jeanne
Chapter 144
Book 2
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
In a city old, there is a rich history, and the pain is deeper than the river that snakes around it and the evil seeps, but hidden in the city’s charms, it seeks to destroy.
CHAPTER 1
Life Everlasting?
KATE KNEW SHE WOULD use all of her green stamps one day… She hoped they find her body. She thought of her family and her body and the funeral. She did not want a funeral; maybe she does not want anyone to find her body. She will be gone, absent from the body.
Oh grave, where is your victory? Death, where is your sting?
Scriptures from the many funerals Kate reluctantly attended over many years for friends, colleagues, and family paraded through her memory.
She was not dead yet. She was in a crumbling crypt in the St Louis
cemetery, a necropolis, the city of the dead they call it. Kate thought she was in the right place, but she did not want to wind up there forever! Her head felt horrible, but there was no blood, only a bump that was tender to the touch. Cautiously, she stretched her hands out to the sides of her body and peered about her but saw nothing but dusky stagnant shadows.
Rolling over slowly, she rose onto her hands and knees and began crawling forward like a zombie armadillo, but the hard stone was not easy to move upon; her knees hurt like crazy.
Something brushed past her skittering away, with a loud squeak. It was as scared as Kate. She resumed her slow crawl across the stone but stopped leaning back on her heels listening, searching for light, squinting, and looking in all directions, trying to give her knees a break.
As her eyes adjusted, she saw the opening and the low stone bench she had not seen when she had slipped into this niche trying to hide. Smooth move,
she thought, stumbling over a bench
.
She wanted to pee and speculated how cool it would be to be a man who could just whip it out,
cut loose, baptizing everything and marking his territory.
Kate knew she made a poor choice in this case of espionage.
Why would she take off on her own to follow that man?
She must stop thinking she was twenty-five, strong, able to walk, and participate in this chess game called life. No, Kate was merely in the back of the audience, on the edge of her seat, watching, holding her breath, pulling for the dark horse to triumph.
She should have returned to the tour bus and gone back to the Quarter, where she would be safe with Steve and the other ops. She should not be chasing terrorists with no backup. Steve would be pissed about this unscheduled escapade if things do not pan out.
She resumed her exploration, hoping to find her walker. Yes, Kate was in the middle of a graveyard alone, in pursuit of an unknown suspect. The weather was humid and getting hot, too hot for a fifty-year-old woman with an autoimmune condition. She cannot walk, much less run in this debilitating stifling heat. There were not enough adjectives to describe Louisiana’s heat, and it was only March.
Where was her gun? Instinctively, she reached for her back where she found an empty holster that should hold a Baby Glock. To keep her on the same playing field as the bad guys, the weapon of choice was an equalizer.
Kate kept moving in the direction of the voices. She found a wall and stood up leaning on the wall. She regained her balance, hoping to find the opening, but she found the walker. She pulled it closer and began the search for the Glock. She retraced her steps slowly, feeling the stone floor with her foot. Ah, pay off,
she reached down, hoping to pick up nothing more than the weapon.
The voices grew louder as the crypt entry was flooded with light. Everyone looked shocked to see each other. Obviously, no one expected anyone to be in there.
Kate looked at the man holding the light and saw the sudden recognition on his face from the diner this morning.
Kate had followed the man out of the dinner, while Steve and the others were paying the bill. She had heard they were catching the bus to meet in the old graveyards. One of the other men saw Kate and recognized her immediately from the dinner and growled pulling out a concealed gun.
Kate was in the City of Death, an old cemetery in Metairie just outside of New Orleans. The irony was not lost on Kate as she stood among the crumbling ghostly white crypts that entomb generations.
Kate was facing two men, one of whom was pointing an impressive gun at her.
She was in a precarious disadvantage and stood a great risk of being very dead.
The other man saw Kate fiddling with her weapon but hesitated just long enough for her to fire at him, hitting him in the thigh. She did not want to hit the knee just to drop him.
She shot the other in the shoulder; hence, one man was up, and one man was down. Fortunately, he dropped his weapon when he saw Kate pointing her gun, preparing to fire upon him again.
It had been a while since Kate had to discharge her weapon against flesh and blood, but she liked staying alive.
Kate prayed for one more chance to make it home.
The two men were moaning and cursing Kate in Arabic, but she caught a few impolite words she learned from Rosetta Stone.
Kate was standing by her old rolling walker, while one of the bleeding men on the floor was trying to reach his weapon. Kate gripped her gun, pointing it at him, and growled, Don’t do it!
She was not happy.
CHAPTER 2
Now What?
AS SHE FROWNED AT the wounded, cursing men struggling to reach her, Kate searched for her phone and found it still attached to the basket of the walker. Again, she asked herself, Why are you here?
She got an uneasy feeling that the situation could escalate. Would she get out of there alive or who else was out there and why did she follow those men alone?
She was too old for these games, and the fact she was unable to walk made her question the wisdom in pursuing killers alone using a walker. Her family accused Kate of having a death wish. Kate did not want to die, but she could not let these men get away.
Kate heard more voices and scooted back toward the wall and prepared for another assault as she grabbed the men’s guns from the ground.
Kate realized she was operating on pure instinct gained from thirty years of working in special operations, and of course, the adrenalin helped too. However, she was supposed to be retired!
CHAPTER 3
Staying alive!
KATE WAITED, HOLDING HER breath, gripping the gun tightly, and praying there were no more gunmen.
She waited listening to the voices of two men whispering. They sounded young to her, kids perhaps. She allowed herself to breathe and braced herself against the cold stone bench she had tripped over inside the crypt.
The next scenario did not surprise Kate when she heard a gasp and a stifled yell, Oh my god, what the…
Kate heard a voice beyond the tomb enclosure.
No, no, get back, shhh!
another nervous voice whispered.
Wait, don’t go!
Kate hoped this would not end badly and spoke calmly because she needed to get out of there in one piece, so Kate attempted to enlist help.
Two young men, maybe late teens, cautiously stepped within the walls of the dingy stone crypt through the wrought-iron gate that creaked loudly protesting, as it swung open to reveal the aftermath of the skirmish that had played itself out in the lazy, sticky, and steamy city.
Kate watched the two hesitating before completely stepping forward.
Mmmm, uh, hello,
she tried testing her voice. Um could you please come here a minute?
Kate tried to project friendliness in spite of the gun and two bloody men at her feet.
Looking around, Kate saw the two men, unconscious and bleeding. It looked very disturbing, so she quickly said, I think they really didn’t like the tour. It’s OK really. I am the only one here with these men. I should call for an ambulance, my husband, and the police.
They did not laugh about the tour joke.
Slowly, two strangely dressed teens stepped in to the crypt, and they looked like they belonged in there because they wore rags like zombies. It was sort of like Halloween in March or perchance, were the graves giving up their dead?
What happened, lady? Are you OK?
One of the zombie
spawn asked Kate, but she felt like asking him what happened to him, ragged clothes, bloody makeup, and dark-ringed eyes. Kate wondered if she should play dumb and act confused, but she was beyond tired and desperately needed to get out of this hot, humid crypt. Ah, the joy of Metairie, Louisiana, in March!
Kate answered the polite young man with a smile, Sure, I am just great.
These two kids saw Kate as an old woman holding on to a Roly Doly walker and pointing a gun at the bloody men on the floor.
These two unlikely rescuers were in full zombie regalia: eyebrows, nose, and lips pierced; dark smudged eyes; and white-faced traced with lots of fear.
Here’s a bench out in fresh air and away from all that awful blood. I hate the smell of blood!
the shorter zombie blurted out.
They both looked scared to death, which Kate found highly amusing, seeing that they looked like corpses. When one of the wounded men groaned in pain, the pair of zombies almost deserted her, but Kate pleaded for them to be brave.
Thank you. I truly appreciate your help!
Things are turning out better than they were thirty minutes ago,
Kate thought.
They were all being so polite and proper that Kate had to laugh, which seemed to perplex her rescuers and they seemed reassured she would not shoot them after she holstered her gun in its Mernickle sleeve attached to her back waistband. Kate also scooped up the spare guns, slipped the safeties on, and placed them in her purse.
The young man helped Kate to the bench, and she retrieved her cell phone. First she texted Steve: I am OK. Am in cemetery near Marie Laveau’s grave. I love you!
Next, she called the police and an ambulance for the two men on the floor of the crypt. She also told them there was a crazy woman running through the cemetery naked. That always gets the quickest response,
she told to the two kids. The cops all want to see naked women. Every squad car in the area will converge on the scene with lights flashing and sirens blaring.
Oh well, she might be arrested for