TITLE: Indignant Relations Of Faith


SUMMARY: Both Mackenzie and Becca are at important, but different times in their lives as Mackenzie is faced with an impending breakout of war between Europe and South East Asia and Becca is about to leave for college; but a secret they both share is about to ruin many lives.

AUTHOR: M.C.Dunnigan

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This piece contains sensitive material, such as violence and sexual references. I apologise if this causes any unintended offence. Any notes/criticism/ideas are very welcome, I'd like to have some input with what is being written. Please review.

DISCLAIMER:I do not own any of the characters that appear in this piece who are featured in the show. All additional characters, however, are my own.

"And President Olandino still refuses to accept the apology. He stands by his claim that the highest price should be paid for spies." Jim continued.

"We can't just let this man kill two innocent little boys. These boys are not spies, they are innocent children! If the Italians start killing children, the entire world is going to turn against them."

"The Japanese have publicly stated to aid China in war if it comes to it." Someone from the back of the office piped in.

"Yes and I can guarantee you if the Japanese step in, countries such as Nigeria and the Lebanese will join them. Come on, people! We've been here all night and all you have to tell me are the facts. We have less than 72 hours before this thing happens and I for one would love to avoid World War III." Mackenzie followed by dismissing everyone and left the room to find Kelly standing there. "Kelly." She noticed there was a strained look on the young girl's face.

"Ma'am, can I have a word please? It's private."

"Of course, Kelly. Just a minute, Jim." She told him as he stood waiting on her and led Kelly into a nearby empty room.

"I know it's none of my business, Ma'am, but Mr Calloway has just asked me to tell you he is going away for a while and when I asked him where he could be reached he just said he didn't want to be reached. I just thought you should know as he's not left yet and I thought you may want to speak to him."

"Yes, thank you, Kelly. Thanks for telling me."


Horace took a deep breath as he knocked on his father's office door.

"Come in." Rod replied.

Horace pushed opened the door and stepped inside. He took a deep breath and spoke.


"Oh, hey, Horace." Rod said, as he turned around to see his son standing there. "What's up?"

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah, anything."

"I have something I want to do this afternoon. Just a little something I have to take care of, but it's kinda private."

"Horace." Rod said with a clear idea of what his son was about to ask.

"Dad, it's only for one afternoon. I just want to do this on my own. I'll be fine, I don't need them there."

"Horace, the whole idea is that they're there to protect you. You don't know what could happen when you least expect it."

"It's only for a couple of hours. They can even come pick me up afterwards, I just have to do this myself. Please. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

Rod sat down in the chair behind his desk and rubbed his hands together. He considered all the possibilities, but also thought about the privacy his son craved.

"Okay. If you tell me what it's about, I'll consider it."

Horace stood for a minute, glued to the spot and began to stammer.

"It's a girl thing, okay?"

"It's not trouble, is it? You're not in trouble?"

"No, Dad. I'm not in trouble. Honest, it's just something I have to take care of."

Rod sighed.

"You can have two hours, alright? Two hours unsupervised, but they drop you off and pick you up. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Dad."

"It's okay. Horace, listen, I'm going away for a little while for work. It won't be long."

"Okay, Dad."

"Have you seen Becca and Amy? I'd like to tell them before I leave."

"I think they're in the kitchen making cookies with Grams."

"Thanks. I'll sort that for you before I go, okay? And I'll call you tomorrow, alright, son?"

Horace nodded and headed towards the door.

"Oh, Dad?"

Rod looked up from his paperwork.

"Enjoy your trip."

"Thanks." He smiled at his son, all the while thinking he may be just about to be deprived of another.


Horace stood in front of his wardrobe and pulled out a black jacket and threw it on over his shoulders. Then he dug around at the bottom of the wardrobe and took out a grey canvas bag. He carried it over to his bed and unzipped it. He fished through the several sweaters and books an peered inside until he found exactly what he was looking for. He stuck in his hand to make sure that it was there. The cold metal felt nice against his fingertips. He gripped his fingers around it and pulled the tip of it out of the bag. His eyes grew large as he viewed it in the light. The barrel shone bright, new and polished, even showing a slight glimpse of reflection in it.

Jonas Byron was going to pay for what he had done to his sister and he was going to be the one to make him.