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Jo

After we got Allie back to the apartment both Sarah and Bob were so relieved. Sarah pulled us into the living room and we group hugged. This is a No No under the newly stated quarantine/martial law edict. Each person is to remain at least feet away from other said persons.

Amy explained how she used her gift to heal the Covid patients at Mt Sinai Hospital. While extolling her virtues of a pretend doctor an alert sounded on our phones. It's a horrible throbbing buzzing sound followed by an official order.

Martial Law is in effect until 6AM. Only essential workers are permitted to travel. Anyone caught breaking this order will be fined and or imprisoned.

Shortly after the alert our phones sounded again.
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Police are looking for three young white women impersonating medical professionals. They broke into Mount Sinai hospital and kidnapped a contagious female patient. Anyone with information about these women's whereabouts contact your local police station. Do not approach these women yourself. They may be armed and dangerous.

"Eeeeeeeek!" Amy shrieked. "Armed and dangerous? I don't think so!"

Beth wrinkled her brow. "But we're heroes. We helped those people."

I explained, "But the police don't know that. They see a bunch of wires unplugged... It looks like we wreaked havoc in there."

Amy objected, "But all the healed people. Certainly they'll figure it out."

Bob blurted. "Yeah they'll figure it out alright... I think this disease is man-made. Oh sure maybe it wasn't supposed to get out the way it did... Or maybe it was. Either way--you sisters are screwed.

I pleaded with Bob with my eyes. "Bob, that is just a conspiracy theory right? They have no proof we've done anything anyway..."

"Well..." Bob continued, "There is a bit of truth in all conspiracy theories. Putting that aside there is video footage all through that hospital. They know what you did."

Amy and Beth gasped.

I protested. "We didn't do anything wrong--other than the uniforms..."

Amy blurted, "And that's Beth's fault!"

Beth defended herself. "Well Amy, you insisted on being a fake doctor! At least I'm in nursing school."

Bob became the voice of reason. "And I know it's just a theory... but if the powers that be wanted this disease to get out...They tried ten years ago but due to our so-called democracy and hearty immune systems they failed.  Now we have a bunch of socialists in office and they hate nonconformists. Don't you get it? You guys are thwarting their plan. Some podcasts are saying this mega pandemic will be used to issue mandatory vaccines followed by a one world government."

Sarah knew where this might be going. "Bob, stop. You're scaring them."

"How can I scare the Power Rangers Sarah?" Bob finally had someone to share his own theories with.

Beth objected, "Our parents wouldn't even let us watch The Power Rangers and Amy wouldn't know a Power Ranger if she tripped over one."

"That's true..." Amy agreed. "Besides, if we're gonna have a name it's gotta be cooler than that."

"Names are important-- but more importantly you guys need an escape route. They're gonna be coming for you. I'll make some coffee." Bob rushed into the galley kitchen. "I made cookies while you were gone!"

I followed Bob into the kitchen to speak to him privately. "Bob, why do you suppose the police want to take us into custody?"

While scooping coffee into his French press Bob explained, "If this thing is global they may want to squash our economy. When people are scared they look to the government for answers. I'm just chewing the cud so-to-speak,,, but let's say this mega pandemic is on purpose. It would be for control and power. People will start obeying all sorts of weird rules and regulations. The government will own you. Once they promise you a vaccine for this you never know what's in the vaccine.

"What do you mean? Vaccines are good." I shook my head. Why am I still indulging this guy?

"Sure sure... they eradicated polio and measles... but what if they caused a plague just to so call heal it? To gain control of the masses. Take smallpox for example. One and three people died from  that disease. As the death rate rises, people will sell everything they have for a vaccine. They'll gladly give over their guns, their rights and their property  to The Powers That Be."

"Wait a second Bob. They're saying this is a completely different disease. How could there already be a vaccine?"

"Exactly Jo. Exactly... The theory is to kill off the surplus population, tank the economy and look to Big Brother as a savior. People will be holding out their right hand and forehead quicker than you can say 'conspiracy theory.'

I became annoyed. "Okay so now you're talking--Mark of the Beast.'

"Certainly..." Bob continued while pouring cups of piping hot coffee and placing them on a tray. "In order to have a cashless society... First you have to destroy said society's economy. A loaf of bread will cost a day's wages. That's what it says in The Book of Revelation."

While Bob layed out hot chocolate cookies on a plate he explained. "I'm not trying to scare you Jo. I'm just trying to prepare you."

My skepticism kicked in. "Prepare me for what?"

"Armageddon, doomsday? The Apocalypse?  I know I must sound like a raving lunatic but I've been watching this whole thing unfold and... I shouldn't tell you this..."

"You shouldn't tell me what, Bob? Spill it!"

As I said "spill it" Bob's hand jiggled and coffee sloshed out of the mugs.

"How'd you make me do that Jo? How'd you make me spill the coffee?"

"I didn't, Bob. It's a coincidence. All of this madness is a giant freaky coincidence."

While Bob mopped up the coffee he continued. "For lack of a better word, you and your sisters have an energy. Weird stuff happens when you're around."

I gave Bob a slanted sideways look. "Okay..."

"My pop's a cop. I shouldn't be telling you this but he texted me. He told me when you guys showed up to detain you."

I grabbed him by the collar. "Bob, what did you tell him?"

Bob yanked free. "Nothing! Geez! I'm supposed to text him when you're here--but I didn't!"

I ran into the living room. "Beth, Amy, we gotta go now!"

Beth, the voice of reason, spoke, "But it's after curfew."

"Not for cops it ain't. Grab your bags girls, we gotta fly." I held onto Beth's and Amy's arm and we disappeared and landed in Aunt Catherine and Uncle Jerry's den. My aim was improving.
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