The Dreamers
Chapter 9: Motorcycles
The roadblock was straight ahead. Mahavir looked on calmly as he faced his
capture. He sighed heavily and thought over the plan. He remembered the reason he was
doing this, too save hundreds of lives. He pulled up to the roadblock and rolled down his
window.
“Sir, can we please have some identification?”
Mahavir pulled out his driver’s license and handed it to the officer. The man checked
Mahavir’s name on his small laptop.
“Mahavir Singh? Is that correct?”
Mahavir nodded, he knew he was about to face the judgement of The Reality.
“I am going to have to ask you to step out of the car.”
Mahavir did as instructed; the officer searched his body then put handcuffs around
Mahavir’s bulky wrists.
“You are under arrest for teaching the Hindu religion to the citizens of New York City.
Anything you say can and will be use against you in the court of law.”
“Bull shit. I am not getting a fair trial and you know it.” Mahavir spat at the officer. The officer
grinned.
“As a matter of fact, you won’t be getting a trial at all.”
The officer shoved Mahavir into the back seat of his own car, the officer took up the driver’s
seat and pulled away from the roadblock, letting his partner know he would be back soon.
Jon’s heart sank as he watched Mahavir’s car pull away from the roadblock. He was hiding
behind a small building with Jessica, Jason, and a few of their followers. All had
motorcycles. Jon didn’t know how to drive a motorcycle, so he was stuck riding behind a
nice pagan woman named Shelby. She promised to give him as smooth a ride as she
could, for that, he was thankful.
Jason gave the signal to commence the beginning of their mission. One lone motorcyclist
drove up to the roadblock, as he came closer, instead of slowing to a stop, he sped
through. The policemen at the roadblock scrambled, they all jumped into their police cars
and drove off to chase the wild motorcycle, sirens blaring. Once the police cars were out of
sight, the rest of the group started up their bikes and drove down the road, trying to make
up the time they had lost.
The mob of motorcycles kept a good distance behind Mahavir’s car. One motorcyclist
stayed closer up to keep an eye on the car. From the cop’s point of view, only one
motorcycle was following him. The trip was longer then Jon expected, the cop had brought
the band of dreamers out of the city and into the outskirts of the island. Finally, the car
stopped at a giant, fenced in warehouse. The building was made entirely out of cement and
looked cold and barren. Jason gave the party the signal to stop. Everyone pulled off the
road and found a nice spot to hide their bikes behind a few trees. A few people pulled out
binoculars. Jon was offered a pair and he took them gratefully.
Jon adjusted the binoculars so he could see what was happening outside the warehouse.
He noticed several security men walking around inside the fence carrying large guns with
them, some even had dogs with them. After studying the guards for a few more seconds,
Jon returned his attention to Mahavir’s car. The cop had gotten out and called over for a
few guards. They opened the door so Mahavir could get out. He towered over the men; Jon
knew he could easily take out at least three of them. The guards forced Mahavir over
towards the door of the warehouse. When the door was opened, Jon could see only a few
feet inside the warehouse, but that was enough to shock him beyond comparison. What he
saw were ghastly faces of men and women, all looked starved and nearly dead. He
couldn’t bear looking at the poor men and women who had once been great leaders of
religion. Mahavir stood in the doorway and was shoved in. The guards closed the door
behind him and locked it.
Jon looked over to where Jason was standing, he was also looking through a pair of
binoculars, and his face had a grave expression etched across it. Jon tapped on his
shoulder.
“What is our next move?”
Jason looked over to Jon and weakly smiled, his eyes still showed the shock he had
experienced from seeing the ghastly faces of the imprisoned.
“Our next move is to camp out here and watch the movement of the security. We also need
to find out if that is an electrical fence. Some of the men will be heading back into the city to
get more men and women to join the fight. I want you to go back to your group of dreamers
and get as many people that are willing to fight down here.”
Jon looked like he had just been hit square in the face with a giant rock.
“Are you telling me, we are going to leave Mahavir in there for another couple of days?”
Jon felt like he had been betrayed.
“You said we would be able to get him out of there alive! He could be dead in two days!”
Jon was in a loss of words. His fury began to grow inside him.
“Jon, Mahavir will be okay. He is a strong man, stronger then any of my men. He will
understand if it takes us a few days, and I promise you, we will get him out of there alive.”
Jon cooled down a bit. He wanted to gouge Jason’s eyes out, but he kept his cool.
“Okay, I will go get as much help as I can, I will also get those guns you wanted.”
Jason smiled.
“That will be two of the three conditions, Jon. One more and you will have yourself an
army.”
Jason patted Jon on the shoulder. Jon was too upset and shocked to be happy, so he just
turned around and headed towards Shelby who was waiting for Jon on the motorcycle. Jon
hopped onto the bike behind Shelby and closed his eyes. As the motor started, a single
tear dropped from Jon’s eye.
capture. He sighed heavily and thought over the plan. He remembered the reason he was
doing this, too save hundreds of lives. He pulled up to the roadblock and rolled down his
window.
“Sir, can we please have some identification?”
Mahavir pulled out his driver’s license and handed it to the officer. The man checked
Mahavir’s name on his small laptop.
“Mahavir Singh? Is that correct?”
Mahavir nodded, he knew he was about to face the judgement of The Reality.
“I am going to have to ask you to step out of the car.”
Mahavir did as instructed; the officer searched his body then put handcuffs around
Mahavir’s bulky wrists.
“You are under arrest for teaching the Hindu religion to the citizens of New York City.
Anything you say can and will be use against you in the court of law.”
“Bull shit. I am not getting a fair trial and you know it.” Mahavir spat at the officer. The officer
grinned.
“As a matter of fact, you won’t be getting a trial at all.”
The officer shoved Mahavir into the back seat of his own car, the officer took up the driver’s
seat and pulled away from the roadblock, letting his partner know he would be back soon.
Jon’s heart sank as he watched Mahavir’s car pull away from the roadblock. He was hiding
behind a small building with Jessica, Jason, and a few of their followers. All had
motorcycles. Jon didn’t know how to drive a motorcycle, so he was stuck riding behind a
nice pagan woman named Shelby. She promised to give him as smooth a ride as she
could, for that, he was thankful.
Jason gave the signal to commence the beginning of their mission. One lone motorcyclist
drove up to the roadblock, as he came closer, instead of slowing to a stop, he sped
through. The policemen at the roadblock scrambled, they all jumped into their police cars
and drove off to chase the wild motorcycle, sirens blaring. Once the police cars were out of
sight, the rest of the group started up their bikes and drove down the road, trying to make
up the time they had lost.
The mob of motorcycles kept a good distance behind Mahavir’s car. One motorcyclist
stayed closer up to keep an eye on the car. From the cop’s point of view, only one
motorcycle was following him. The trip was longer then Jon expected, the cop had brought
the band of dreamers out of the city and into the outskirts of the island. Finally, the car
stopped at a giant, fenced in warehouse. The building was made entirely out of cement and
looked cold and barren. Jason gave the party the signal to stop. Everyone pulled off the
road and found a nice spot to hide their bikes behind a few trees. A few people pulled out
binoculars. Jon was offered a pair and he took them gratefully.
Jon adjusted the binoculars so he could see what was happening outside the warehouse.
He noticed several security men walking around inside the fence carrying large guns with
them, some even had dogs with them. After studying the guards for a few more seconds,
Jon returned his attention to Mahavir’s car. The cop had gotten out and called over for a
few guards. They opened the door so Mahavir could get out. He towered over the men; Jon
knew he could easily take out at least three of them. The guards forced Mahavir over
towards the door of the warehouse. When the door was opened, Jon could see only a few
feet inside the warehouse, but that was enough to shock him beyond comparison. What he
saw were ghastly faces of men and women, all looked starved and nearly dead. He
couldn’t bear looking at the poor men and women who had once been great leaders of
religion. Mahavir stood in the doorway and was shoved in. The guards closed the door
behind him and locked it.
Jon looked over to where Jason was standing, he was also looking through a pair of
binoculars, and his face had a grave expression etched across it. Jon tapped on his
shoulder.
“What is our next move?”
Jason looked over to Jon and weakly smiled, his eyes still showed the shock he had
experienced from seeing the ghastly faces of the imprisoned.
“Our next move is to camp out here and watch the movement of the security. We also need
to find out if that is an electrical fence. Some of the men will be heading back into the city to
get more men and women to join the fight. I want you to go back to your group of dreamers
and get as many people that are willing to fight down here.”
Jon looked like he had just been hit square in the face with a giant rock.
“Are you telling me, we are going to leave Mahavir in there for another couple of days?”
Jon felt like he had been betrayed.
“You said we would be able to get him out of there alive! He could be dead in two days!”
Jon was in a loss of words. His fury began to grow inside him.
“Jon, Mahavir will be okay. He is a strong man, stronger then any of my men. He will
understand if it takes us a few days, and I promise you, we will get him out of there alive.”
Jon cooled down a bit. He wanted to gouge Jason’s eyes out, but he kept his cool.
“Okay, I will go get as much help as I can, I will also get those guns you wanted.”
Jason smiled.
“That will be two of the three conditions, Jon. One more and you will have yourself an
army.”
Jason patted Jon on the shoulder. Jon was too upset and shocked to be happy, so he just
turned around and headed towards Shelby who was waiting for Jon on the motorcycle. Jon
hopped onto the bike behind Shelby and closed his eyes. As the motor started, a single
tear dropped from Jon’s eye.
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