Wicklow's Odyssey by R. Cooper

Author:R. Cooper [Cooper, R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-07-07T04:00:00+00:00

IT WAS not an easy night, but Wicklow came to with a start and the foggy sensation of a deep sleep lingering over his mind. He must have slept like the dead, for when he glanced around the room, Rhoades was gone. Pilar got up from the chair when he looked at her, and she stretched before coming around to the bed. She crawled under the covers, her gun still in her hand.

Wicklow took that as a cue that he’d slept long enough and got up. “Where is he?” That much he had to know before he could do anything else.

Pilar huffed sleepily at him. “With Bonaventure.”

Wicklow was not any more pleased with that revelation. The two of them could have been anywhere in the house. Knowing this house, and Louis, it was possible they were spying on Anthony and the Colonel in their room. Rhoades should have taken Wicklow along. He wasn’t a well man, and pretending wasn’t going to do him much good if he fainted or a fever truly took hold of him.

“Should have woken me,” he complained to the air, knowing Pilar would ignore him. He checked for fresh water—none yet—but decided to forgo a trip down the hall while Pilar was sleeping. His jaw was rough, and he hardly smelled as fresh as Rhoades, but it could wait. He used the Lincoln-decorated chamber pot to piss and nearly smiled as he imagined Rhoades’s reaction to that. After shoving it back under the bed, he straightened his clothes and pulled up his boots and moved until he worked out the stiffness from his muscles.

It was something he’d learned from the Colonel, who had ideas about what condition a soldier should stay in. The room was small, but he walked it a few times before going through the old drills until he was sweating. Then he took each radio one at a time to the chair and used the tools he had with him to remove the front pieces and search for any signs of tampering. It wasn’t too far-fetched to wonder if someone had planted a transmitter in one. They had all planted small transmitters on missions before, and unless there was a problem, Wicklow would have had no reason to ever search inside of one. They could have been left in any room with them, and no one would have noticed. The radios already had their own attachments for catching sound.

Maybe he was starting to think as deviously as Rhoades, because he found nothing, and by the time he was done, he was not only irritable, but his hunger was becoming harder to ignore. He really missed his magnifying goggles as well.

As he was debating using the building’s interhouse communications systems to ask for food and water, someone knocked on the door. Somehow he wasn’t at all startled when Mariama came into the room a moment later, bearing both a tray with food and a pitcher of water. “Your man suggested I bring it for you both.

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