“I love you my Western Hero.” She sighed as she fell asleep to the rhythm of his strong steady breathing. Diamond was called back stateside just as his encounters were blossoming with Lu Ying. He tried to forget the last time he saw her walking into the Kremlin.
September 6 2007
JAMES C. TAYLOR
Green Gem Briefing
2025 Green Gem
Bryon Diamond was an elite member of a top secret Visual Operative Program, a remnant of a program officially abandoned back in the mid 1980’s. However, official is official, and top secret is top secret. Diamond knew that his upcoming mission, Green Gem, was the most important of his life. To have a chance to save the world from the Solar Earth Storms and Mega Thunder Storms of the Fossil Fire Effect, Diamond’s team had to rescue Doctor Shoshutzin from the Russian Federation, and gain possession of his creation, Green Gem. Last night, Diamond used his gift of visual contemplation and he discovered a secure basement room undetected during Satellite Special Surveillance. Through the contemplation, he visited the ‘Romanov House’, a memorial built as a replica of the basement room with the famous arc, where the Romanov family, servants, and their doctor had been murdered in 1918.
Doctor Shoshutzin, held captive in the ‘Arc Room’, admired Anastasia, with affection, for her youth, and beauty. Even though the tragedy happened decades ago, he felt like the Bolsheviks killed a beloved Russian daughter that day. To him, Anastasia’s death was a tough, tragic part of Russian history. Doctor Shoshutzin knew the KGP used psychological intimidation by keeping him in the Arc Room. Anastasia’s effect on him was well known. He wrote a book about her demise ten years earlier. In the book, he dismissed the Anna Tchaikovski (Anderson) story, where she claimed to be Anastasia. He praised the DNA results that ended Anderson’s claim and restored Anastasia’s dignity.
Green Gem Briefing
Bryon Diamond stepped into the briefing room; the harsh yellow light cut across his green eyes, and camel brown hair; and the light accented his high cheek bones. He received a warm greeting from Major Braxton; they had a history.
“Hey Diamond good to see you came back for the last briefing. I’m looking forward to this little party at Anastasia’s house later tonight.” Braxton said with a fiery smile, his coal black hair waxed down; his dark brown eyes gleaming, his angular features crinkled into a kick ass smile. Braxton was ready for the mission and Diamond knew it. Diamond glanced around the room, and then relaxed.
“Gotta do this one right,” Diamond said with strength. The camaraderie was good for Diamond, most of the time he worked alone. He enjoyed the bantering. “I’ve executed many missions that were high priority, but this is pure red, white, and blue for the whole damn world. I never thought I’d be on a mission to save the damn planet.” General Smith stepped to the podium.
“O.K. men time to get down to business. Project Green Gem’s got to succeed or the game’s over for all of us.” General Smith said in full a full commanding voice. “Remember the Green Gem must be placed on the Javelin for Launch by 16:00 December 15 2025, the drop dead time, that’s when the planet Nectar will be closest to Earth. As you know the Green Gem will need a boost of Sparks from the planet for the mission to succeed. Now, the snipers will be here at points 1a and 2b...”
After ten times, Diamond knew the plan. He drifted away, away to his lovely wife, Ashley all ready missing the tender nights of intimacy they shared. He saw his twelve-year-old son, Tommy, trying to ride his bike the first time. He caught Tommy barely in time to stop his first fall. Diamond knew there would be many more and a lot harder than the one he had prevented. He said. “No I can’t stop them all, but I stopped this one big guy.” He saw little Angie and how her face lit up as she jumped into his arms each time he stepped through the front door, the times he could be home. Yeah, he knew what this mission meant. He thought of the millions of families in the same battle for survival.
Diamond’s contemplation last night revealed a base with three men monitoring the house; Diamond would take care of the base. He would brief the team, and General Smith. He had a damn good team, he knew Braxton was first class, and Rucker was as tough as they come. Rucker had avoided execution at the hands of the ‘Renewed Islam of Allah’ group in 2023. Rucker, blindfolded, awaiting execution stayed calm. Even though, designed to display the fierce nature of this new organization, Rucker made other plans; he refused to give up. Like the rest of the Special Ops team, a small nana saw controlled by thought commands was placed below the skin under his index fingernail was controlled by a specific thought command. The magnet under the tip of his finger gave him a chance to survive. Rucker’s execution was at hand. The digital camera was ready. As the terrorist leader drew closer, Rucker commanded the saw to eject, but it fell into the sand behind him. He rolled onto his back and squirmed until he felt the click of the saw on his index finger. His over-confident captors laughed.
“The infidel does not know his god,” the leader said. The four men laughed even harder.
Rucker took the opportunity to use the saw and loosen the rope to a thin, few threads. After the leader made his statement to the world, Rucker waited, waited until the leader pulled him over and put the blade to his throat. As the executioner drew back to slice, Rucker rolled forward holding the arm of the leader. As he thrust him over his head, he snatched the blade and followed through by breaking the leader’s neck.
Rucker visualized the next moves as the other men stared in disbelief. He spun and sliced through the belly of the one with the ZX-47; he shoved the other man’s nose into his brain. Rucker stood up and beheaded the poor soul who must have been in training. The video man was nowhere to be seen; Rucker grabbed the digital module that stored, the soon to be released film, and then disappeared into the shadows of the small village. Instead of what the ‘death squad’ planned, the digital broadcast showed a valiant warrior destroying his enemies and escaping. Diamond awoke from his revelry to the sound of the General’s commanding voice.
General Smith ended the briefing, “Alright gentleman God speed my prayers are with you!”
“Wars only brings more wars, never peace.” Chief Dan Evehema.
Ken Elk was of Hopi descent: he had the dream power of the Hopi. His Great Grandfather, an elder, had taught Elk the traditions of his ancestors; part of that tradition was spiritual. The Spiritual consisted of Prophecy and warnings. However, humankind showed a terrible record on respecting other humans, humanity’s treatment of earth was no better.
In 2012, Elk’s great grandfather, Tall Bear, spoke to the United Nations. He presented Hopi Prophecies, warning of coming catastrophes if humankind did not stop the carnage of the earth’s resources. He knew traditional Hopi characters like Spider Woman, and the Horny Toad Woman would make the message difficult, even cause it to be dismissed by Twenty First Century people: he bypassed the characters and focused on the message. Tall Bear spoke of the consequences of Fossil Fire Effect, changed weather patterns, powerful storms, torrential rain, drought, starvation, and disease. Bryon Diamond listened to the message; he got it. He and Ken Elk, Tall Bear’s great grandson shared concern about climactic disasters. Both men knew things were getting worse; most scientists came to the same conclusion.
Doctor Shoshutzin was the only Russian assigned to attend the UN summit. He worked on a Nana Component System for the West right under the noses of the Russian Federation. His project, Green Gem, developed new technology that could bring hope to the world, even if, the foolishness of its leaders continued. Diamond and Shoshutzin attended a round table seminar with Tall Bear. The two young men, who would one day hold the future of the planet in their hands, did not know their destiny. Upon their meeting, Tall Bear only said.
“I know you have work of great importance ahead of you.”
Doctor Shoshutzin and Bryon Diamond became fast friends and Doctor Shoshutzin invited him for a cup of coffee. “Photosynthesis is the production of oxygen from the combination of light, plants, and water, as you know from your science classes. Photo from the Greek, which is light and synthesis from the Greek, indicates pull together. Photosynthesis has fascinated me for many years. I’m sorry, Bryon, I don’t mean to lecture, but I see photosynthesis as the way to save the planet from the madness of man.”
Bryon responded, “I’ve learned a great deal today about the consequences of FFE, please go ahead, Doctor.”
“What I am doing is searching for a way to make photosynthesis happen, say at the speed of light. With my current predictions, by 2050 the earth will be in a state of emergency with unpredictable mega-storms and convulsive geographic calamities. I don’t have time to describe the way these things might occur, or their consequences, but it will be dramatic.”
Doctor Shoshutzin was right, and Tall Bear was right. Science and Spiritualism finally agreed on something. The timing of these events would turn out to be crucial. Doctor Shoshutzin winced with pain, and rubbed his chest. He strained for breath; he took a small white tablet.
He chuckled, relaxing. “I’ve got a great brain, but sometimes my heart gives me trouble.
“Well, I’ve enjoyed our conversation, Bryon, but its time to catch my flight. Bring up this issue as loud and as often as you can. Till next time stay safe.” Doctor Shoshutzin said as he turned to head out the door.
Diamond could hear the distant roar of an airplane taking off as he finished his coffee.
The Dream 2024
Ken Elk woke up with a startled jerk. He had not had a significant dream in several months, and he did not like this one. In this new dream, he saw the Great Glaciers in the North, Greenland, and the North Pole, melting at an alarming pace. In May of 2024, this dream meant a catastrophe was imminent. When Ken dreamed an event, the event occurred within nine months almost without fail. He contacted his buddy, Bryon Diamond, Who worked on the classified Green Gem project with him.
“Bryon this is your Hopi brother, Ken Elk.”
“Ken, good to hear your voice. It’s been awhile. Talk to me buddy.”
“Bryon last night I dreamed the Great North Glaciers melted way ahead of any time lines I’ve seen.”
“That changes everything!” Bryon exclaimed.
“Bryon, when these dreams come to me, the maximum event time is nine months, but I’m not sure at what point in that cycle the event will happen.”
“You get anything on Europe, China, the U.S.?
”I did, Bryon, here’s what I got. Of course, you know, with the rapid increase in global warming potential climate change impacts will be significant. Europe will heat up faster than most continents. I saw the results of several heat waves with drought conditions, and powerful thunderstorms bringing torrential downpours with hail the size of soft balls. London’s citizens were standing in food lines, with hospitals overcrowded to the point, that men, women, and children were in lines along the sidewalks. Triage units were set up outside to begin treating them. I saw a little girl with her head wrapped in a bloodstained bandage, her father held his water-doused kerchief to her lips. London’s streets, looked haunted, and deserted. Big Ben’s face was full of gaping holes, buildings had walls blown out; I saw wrecked cars strewn around like toys.”
Ken hesitated; Bryon jumped in.
“These extreme events are predicted closer to 2050, this is one helluva leap. The Green Gem project depends on a rescue mission in a hostile country. I’ll get things moving on my end. Would you give the big boys at the CIA an update.”
“Roger that, buddy.”
Elk began to think. The Signs that great destruction is near are flashing.
First, we’ve witnessed the coming of the white skinned man.
Second, the land filled with spinning wheels, the covered wagons. Third, yeah, then came a beast with great long horns. That was, longhorn cattle. He thought. Fourth, snakes of iron, railroad tracks, across the land.
Fifth, the construction of the power and telephone lines created the giant spider webs built to crisscross the land.
Sixth, the Interstate systems: the bithching rivers of stone.
Seventh, the oil spills making the oceans black. What a holy mess.
Number eight the longhaired youth seeking spiritual knowledge: The damn Hippies.
And the ninth and final prophecy, a dwelling place in the heavens that will fall with a great crash. Could it be an asteroid? He pondered.
Uzbekistan, Khazakhstan-Russian border 2025
Bryon Diamond clicked on the timer, this one would be done old-fashioned style, the government had a few thousand of these old blow-ups in stock and Diamond liked to use them when he could. He crawled away; he did not disturb the nearby shrubs. Diamond specialized in search and rescue. He stopped near the highway to through the cover off his hidden hurricane X15. As the car drifted into the Uzbekistan traffic, Diamond punched in one of his great grandfather’s digital music heirlooms, a song written by Paul Craft, Midnight Rider, and recorded by Gregg Allman. He filled up the night with the rambling song that fit his mood. As drove further away, Diamond knew a major border crisis would explode within two hours. He would be hundreds of miles away and he liked it that way.
The convoy of military vehicles approached the bridge that curved across a span of water that allowed the patrol to stay on the borderline. Bryon didn’t want to kill the soldiers, only irritate the Russians, and his bomb exploded seconds before the convoy arrived.
Russian President Bledlutzin, ordered thousands more troops to the Kazakhstan-Russian border. The Uzbek President did the same. The face off along the 100-mile stretch of border near Tashkent was one breath away from a major skirmish, or all out war. Negotiators and diplomats scrambled to stave off the crises - several rounds of artillery flared across the border from both sides. The ploy worked, as Russia’s attention turned away from other issues.
Bryon Diamond Family History
Bryon Diamond was born to Patrick and Tammy Diamond, on November 21, 1992. They brought him to his new home in Atlanta, GA on Peachtree Street where he received lots of love. At first, Patrick Diamond was on the road on an extended basis due to his success in the Country Music business. He had several number one hits. He hated touring, but that’s where he made his money. Since Patrick was on the road in those early years, he made sure Bryon had things to do. Tammy signed him up for Tai kwon do, Soccer, and Baseball: baseball was his strongest sport. However, by the time Bryon was nine years old, Patrick’s career was over. He was part of that era’s five-year career phenomena. Patrick got a job at a Chrysler dealership, but he did not adjust well to being a regular guy. He drank, and he focused his attention on ‘making Bryon tough enough to face life’s challenges.’ Bryon was miserable. However, Bryon survived, and got a scholarship to UGA. Bryon performed well, he produced the most RBI’s in school history, and he broke the stolen base record. Bryon rejected professional offers; Bryon’s heart was set on being with the CIA. Since he was five years old, his uncle Mike told him stories about dangerous top-secret operations. Uncle Mike instilled a deep love of freedom and democracy. Bryon developed a love for his country that was stronger than any talent.
Tammy a dedicated mother did everything she could to give Bryon chances to discover his interests and talents. He still appreciated her emphasis on education, independence, and living life to the fullest. More than that, he internalized the Principles and Values she instilled in him. She gave him the Principles of Universal kindness, respect, Love, or God. He learned the values of community, commitment, honesty in relationship, and providing for his family, Diamond was grateful.
Tammy Diamond: Contemplations 1996-2004
Tammy Diamond brought more to Bryon’s life than food and shelter. She taught him how to contemplate. “Diamond, sit down relax, look inside on the inner screen. Visualize a bolt of blue lightning from the earth to the sky. Keep your eye on the blue lightning; watch the blue lightning expand to gently embrace you until you are safely inside the light. Look around and let the light take you where you need to go to learn a spiritual lesson. Inside the light you will get information about your daily life, this information can make your life easier.”
After 20 minutes, Tammy would ask Bryon to come back to the room.
“Slowly open your eyes, Bryon. Gently come back.”
“Mom today, I saw a native American, he was old with wrinkles all over his face, but he looked at me with love, is that Divine Love.”
“Yes, Bryon, only accept love, and kindness in the inner worlds. Any being who doesn’t nurture you should be ignored. In that case, surround your self in the blue lightning bolt; allow your inner guide to protect you. Isn't your inner guide a very light being with features you can’t describe?”
“Yes, mom that’s my inner guide. He took me to see the Native American. The Tall one spoke to me without words but I somehow understood. He was telling me, if I choose, to walk the path you teach me. He said to keep love in my heart, follow the light, and listen for the sound of creation that sound is constant. He taught me how to listen. He said God’s energy flows through all things.”
“That’s wonderful, sweetheart.” Tammy acknowledged, looking at Bryon with warm emotions. “You have established a relationship with the source of all love, and protection. Remember we all have God energy that shines through us all the time. The trick is to learn to be sensitive enough to listen. Remember, your contemplations, open the pathways of communication. You are more soul than body. Your father believes that soul will go to heaven one day. In the religion of the Blue Light, your soul will translate to another reality leaving the body behind. Not much different from when dad’s or my soul one day leaves the body to continue its journey. All journey’s, in the end, lead us home to God, my dear, dear Bryon.”
Through the years, Bryon kept doing the Contemplations, even though, at first, the concept of his soul leaving his body didn’t make sense. Now; however, all these years later, he discovered that in his contemplations his soul did leave his body. When that happened he felt light and unencumbered as if released from a body made of clay. He got used to this feeling, though at first he was scared; he would go right back into his body as soon as he realized he was out.
Diamond and Lu Ying Russia 2021
Lu Ying brushed by Diamond slipping the ‘StarBurst’ into his coat pocket. The StarBurst contained secret data on China’s military plans in Asia for the next five years. Diamond’s assignment: CIA operative in Moscow heading a company called the ‘Russian Jewelry Exchange.’ Diamond thought it ironic that he could see the Kremlin from the lobby and from his office window. He transmitted the data when he returned to his office. The code was the highest-level code Goma Wiley had yet created. Goma was legendary in the international world of code. Wiley’s code was an intracal part of protecting the Green Gem project from foreign detection. Green Gem burst forth as the scientific answer for the deteriorating conditions caused by the Fossil Fire Effect. He learned about the urgency of the ecosystem crisis at a UN earth conference in 2012 that he attended with Ken Elk. He met Doctor Shoshutzin, the inventor of the Green Gem, at the conference.
Diamond’s thoughts turned to Lu Ying and how their affair started. He was at a local club that afforded him some privacy. One night as he was turning from the bar to get a table for dinner, he bumped into Lu Ying who also found solace in the pub. An immediate intimacy developed between them. Patronizing with a foreign agent was strictly forbidden, but ever since that chance, meeting that rule was bent until broken.
“Excuse me,” she laughingly said. “What IS that in your coat pocket?”
Bryon mumbled. “How clumsy of me...” then he recognized Lu Ying; he got the joke and burst into a good hearty laugh. When they both settled down, he invited her to have dinner. After Lu Ying took her seat, Diamond slipped into his chair; he ordered Murdoc with their dinner. Lu Ying wore a sleek black dress with a cream silk sash falling off her left shoulder, flowing under her breasts, reaching down to lightly rest on her shapely hips. The dress revealed her delicate, Asian cream breasts, made more appealing to Diamond, rising up from the tightness of her dress. Her smooth black hair styled to shoulder length with a decorative burgundy beret holding most of it to the right revealed an intelligent face and deep brown eyes on fire with life. With candle light dancing on her skin, she became Diamond’s most alluring fantasy: a highly charged sophisticated Oriental woman who understood the pleasures released when that divine feminine melted into the Western hero’s hard masculinity.
“You look amazing tonight, Lu.”
“Maybe this is our night for romance. Bryon?” Lu almost whispered, her eyes simmering with passion and looking straight into his. She sipped the Murdoc, and caressed Diamond’s leg with her bare ankle, the bracelet on it tingling. He could hear its melody, and he felt a surge of warm energy taking him closer to her. Lu was amazed how sexually charged the situation became. She knew she wanted to keep going. They finished the bottle of Murdoc with their dinner disappearing into a passionate world of their own.
“Lu, I may be called back stateside soon.” Bryon murmured releasing a long relaxing breath. Lu Ying rested her head lightly on his chest; he pulled her closer.
She sighed. “Such forlorn matters mustn’t take this moment away.”
Squeezing her tightly to his chest, Bryon said. “In this crazy world, Lu, I want you with me.”
Lu knew she wanted the same thing. She didn’t know how to make that happen. How could she extract herself? Would the Party leave well enough alone, or would they come after her? She wished she knew the answers.
Bryon and Ashley Stateside 2022
Diamond was on assignment observing the Atlanta Airport; three men were reported spending too much time around the luggage check in areas the last two weeks. Even though the Islamic terrorists were ordered silent by the mullah’s edict, the threat had not disappeared; however, it did make his job easier. Turned out the men were applying to be interns. They had become a little too interested in the airport before their internship began.
During the assignment, Diamond spotted Ashley, a Communication Major he knew back in college. She was working behind the counter at a Nova Coffee bar. Her medium blonde hair was in a frizzy ponytail with hair falling along each side of her oval tan face. Her eyes were green and clear, and she still had an endearing way of tapping her thumb, first and second finger against each other when she listened intensely.
“Ashley, hey gal, its me, Bryon Diamond.” Bryon said moving closer to the counter.
She smiled, and then said to a customer. “You want the Chi Tea with extra sugar, an the Latte standard, right?”
“Change that Latte to a hot chocolate. Would you? Sandy here can’t decide.”
Ashley said, “I got you.”
Meanwhile, two rude teenage boys strode up to the counter. The tall one said in a loud voice. “Hey I need some coffee, I don’t have all day.”
The shorter one, “Come on sweetie do it nice for us, now.”
“I’ll be with you in a second,” Ashley said sternly.
With a hand full of coffee straws, the tall one started flicking them at her, head one at a time.
“I’m getting better,” he said.
The short round one said, “stick one in her hair, man. Come on man, stick one in her hair.”
Ashley turned to say something, an all she could see were two guys stumbling out onto the mall floor headfirst. They each had a boot print on their butts. The two did not look back they were out of sight in seconds.
Bryon held two thick plastic knives; he put them on the counter and said. ”Call security.“
Ashley started laughing and said. “Those damn creeps.” She handed change to her indecisive customers and walked over to Bryon. “Thank you, that was getting out of hand fast. How you doing?”
“I’m well, I was surprised to see you. You look great!”
“Well besides dealing with a jerk or two now and then, life is good.” Ashley replied chuckling. “I have an interview tomorrow, for a production job at CNN.”
Diamond did not see a ring on her left hand. After an awkward silence, Diamond said. “What if I take you to dinner tonight; we can catch up and you can relax before your interview.”
“Sounds good, I get out of here in fifteen minutes.”
Well, those fifteen minutes turned into two years, a wedding, a stepson, and a three-year-old new baby, and Bryon gained a son. Angie and Tommy completed the new family.
‘From Us to You’ 2024
Diamond dropped by the ‘From Us to You’ floral shop. I’ll pickup some flowers for Ashley; let her know how much I love her. He reasoned. The sensor on the door signaled his entrance. A tall blonde guy with hair to his shoulders greeted Diamond with a ‘kiss my ass grin.’
“Afternoon dude, tell me your light is good.”
“Sure.” Diamond responded.
“I got a special for you today. You’re looking for some fresh blossoms for your peach, right?”
“Wife.” Diamond interjected.
“I’m waiting for another shipment of yellow roses, baby breath, and camellias, should be dropped in half an hour. It’s my own creation.”
“I tell you what, I’ve got another stop up the street. I’d like to get one. I’ll be back in time to pick it up.” Diamond turned toward the door.
“Dude on. Dude on.” Big Blonde chanted.
Fate Swain slowly pulled into the ‘Great Beyond’ non-denominational cemetery. The seventh graveyard in his rotation was one of his favorites. He hadn’t been here in six weeks, and he was pleased with what he saw. No one around, only scattered bouquets that gleamed like gold in his eyes.
“Damn this is going to be a week of A-bun-dance.” He chortled. Fate began sweeping through the twelfth section of the cemetery. After, forty-five minutes he had a, dug out trunk full, of the yellow roses, baby breath, and camellias. He flipped on the a/c vent leading to the trunk. He was feeling good; things were going great. Big Blonde already had another bouquet of his special creation sold. The order Big Blonde phoned in while Fate was picking flowers made twelve. Fate drove out of the sacred grounds, thundered back to ‘From US to You’ the floral shop he owned with Big Blonde. He barely made a few red lights and pushed the speed limit by twenty mph. He would be back on time. He buzzed Big Blonde.
“I got the bouqs, dudaronamous.”
“Good, we got the orders.”
Big Blonde stepped out back to accept his shipment direct from the Great Beyond Delivery Service. The afternoon sunlight cut across his face. Big Blonde saw blue lights flashing. We are busted, pure busted. His thoughts began to race. He didn’t know what else to do so he greeted the police officers.
“We didn’t break too many laws, did we officer? Those people can’t enjoy um, anyway, and ‘From Us to You’ tithes a $100.00 a week to selected churches.” He confessed. Better to get it out now. Lying would only make things worse, he surmised.
“What the hell you talking about?” the officer screamed. “Are you trying to bribe me, or are you just crazy. Shut the duck up!” Officer Talent promised his wife he would quit swearing, at least for the kids‘ sake, and he hadn’t cursed in three days.
Fate yelled, “Dude, I’m just getting a ticket. Reverse yourself back inside.”
Big Blonde gave a sigh, felt his face and chest relaxing. He disappeared from the scene.
Diamond made it back to the store, when Fate was stacking the last box. Big Blonde was happy and excited the company wasn’t busted he wanted to celebrate with Fate.
“I say, we say, you say, what?” He rapped.
Fate picked it up.
“I say, we say, you say, what?” He paused for a beat. Then together they sang.
“What?” One beat pause. “I know, you know, I know what?” One beat pause, “what you mean.” The two friends slapped hands. Big Blonde headed back to complete his transaction with Diamond.
“The bouquet is really impressive. I’m sure my wife will be happy.” Diamond said while signing his receipt. Diamond turned to walk out, when a woman ran in and screamed.
“A solar storm! Mister, help my child!”
Diamond, looked out the door; he saw a little girl caught on loose wire from a trashcan. She was crying, sweating heavily, and yelling. “Mommy, mommy.” The look of fear on her face cut deep into Bryon’s heart. He thought of his little girl. He bolted out the door reaching deep in his pant pocket, grabbed his razor knife, and flipped it open. A disoriented man was standing in his path. He yelled. “Out of the way. Get out of the way.” The man held his ground; he marched in a small circle singing the old spiritual, ‘The Battle Hymn of the Republic.’ He was chorusing,
“Truth is marching. Truth is marching.”
Diamond realized the man was a goner. In the emergency, he lifted him to the side. He reached for the little girl; sweat poured through his skin. He started feeling dizzy. He grabbed her hand. Then sliced her skirt inches away from where the can snagged it. Big Blonde thrust his arm outside; Diamond grabbed his hand, and headed toward the opening.
Diamond woke up thirty minutes later on the floor. The shop was closed. He got to his feet, checked his pulse, OK. Breathing’s good, yes, and his thoughts rational. Big Blonde came out from the back.
“Damn dude, you came back from the dark valley. You all right?”
Diamond said. “I think so. Where’s the little girl?”
“She made it through in good shape, dude. Her mom wanted me to be sure and thank you. So thank you, brave dude.” Big Blonde said, while handing Diamond his bouquet. “Are you sure you OK?”
“Yeah.” Diamond held the bouquet gently.
“Come back and see us, dude man.” Big Blonde said looking at Diamond with a sense of disbelief.
Driving home Diamond was concerned, his career created tension with Ashley. Recently, though, the tension reached the point that Ashley questioned the marriage.
“Bryon I need you her with me. Angie and Tommy need a full time father.” Diamond remembered how hard it was growing up those early years when his father was not around for the soccer games, the PTA meetings, the coaches meetings, the awards dinners. Damn nobody said it would be this hard Diamond thought.
Ashley continued, “ I know what you do is important, but I’m sure you are not the only one, the chosen one,” and then. “Honey something’s got to change this isn’t just about you and me anymore.”