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  The Cain Directive

  By

  Mike Ryan

  Maverick Spur Publishing

  Copyright © 2014 by Mike Ryan

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  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously

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  Chapter 1

  Cain was sitting at the kitchen table having a bowl of cereal when he went into a zone. He started re-living some of his most painful memories. Any noise in the apartment was being blocked out as he was completely immersed in his past, staring straight ahead. An emotionless expression was trapped on his face as he once again was in that Russian house where he terminated the life of Andrei Kurylenko and his young son. For a while he was able to somehow keep that regretful night out of his mind, but lately it had returned, and more often than before. It seemed he had dreams about it at least once a week.

  Once Cain pulled the trigger on the younger Kurylenko the memory slowly faded into white space and a new memory began. He imagined Dmitri Kurylenko firing those shots that penetrated the door and lodged into Heather’s midsection. The vision was just as vivid as if he was there himself when it happened. He was suddenly in the hospital, watching as they put Heather in a body bag, zippering it over her head. Cain pulled out a gun and began firing, shooting the hospital attendants, yelling about not taking Heather away from him.

  He felt a hand wrap around his wrist, trying to break him from his trance. The touch of his skin snapped him out of it as he grabbed their wrist. Cain looked up, a little dazed and confused, taking a few seconds to recognize who it was standing next to him.

  “Are you OK?”

  “Yeah,” Cain answered, not sure whether he actually was or not.

  “The visions again?”

  Cain sighed. “Yeah.”

  She reached down and hugged him, holding him tight.

  “I wish there was something I could do to help you get rid of them,” she told him.

  “I don’t think there’s anything you can do. I don’t think there’s anything anyone can do. They’re just part of me now. I just have to live with it.”

  “But you shouldn’t have to.”

  “I’ll gladly deal with it every day for the rest of my life as long as I still have you in it,” Cain told her.

  Heather smiled. Even after surviving a near death experience, she never wavered in her love for Cain. An hour away from death, once Cain entered the room and sat next to her, holding her hand, her vitals began improving. He stayed by her side, day and night, for four months until she was well enough to leave the hospital. He didn’t go on any missions, and basically refused to do anything at all, until she was out of danger. Though Heather never blamed him for anything, Cain always felt he was responsible. If she wasn’t with him then she never would’ve been put in that situation, he thought. They figured that was partly why he kept having his nightmares, because he felt everything that happened was his fault.

  “When are you gonna stop blaming yourself?” Heather asked.

  “I don’t know. I don’t know if I ever will.”

  “Matt, not one time have I ever questioned us or you. Not once. My life before you was nothing. You know that. I’ve never blamed you for what happened and I never will. It’s been a year since it happened. So why do you keep beating yourself up over it?”

  “Because I can’t get over that I almost lost you. You’re the only person that’s meant anything to me and I just can’t accept that you were almost killed because of me. You lost nine months of your life because of me. Four months in a hospital bed and five more of rehab and recovery because of me. I just can’t pretend that it didn’t happen,” Cain replied.

  Heather sighed and looked down; upset in knowing that she was unlikely to change his outlook no matter how hard she tried. Things weren’t quite the same between them since she got out of the hospital. Though they still loved each other and hardly argued, Cain had become a little more brooding. Heather was still pretty much the same person she was, always trying to see the positive and staying upbeat, but Cain’s darker side had emerged a little more. He never unleashed it in her direction but she sometimes found him just sitting in a corner staring into space, waking up in a bad mood for no reason, punching holes in the wall, or walking around like he was about to knock the head off of the next person he saw. She worried about him getting worse. Heather looked at her phone and started moving.

  “Oops. I didn’t realize what time it was,” she said, putting her phone in the back pocket of her jeans. “I gotta get going.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “I told you this morning. Were you not listening?” Heather playfully asked.

  “Umm. I uhh…no, I guess not.”

  “I told you I’m going to the park to meet a friend.”

  “Oh. What are you gonna do?” Cain wondered.

  “I dunno. Just walk around and talk about girl stuff I guess.”

  “Who you meeting?”

  “Just a friend. Don’t be so nosey,” she said, kissing his cheek.

  “OK. Well, have fun.”

  “I don’t wanna see any holes in these walls when I get back, understand?”

  “Yes, mom,” he kidded.

  Heather left to go to the park to meet her friend. She sat on a bench and looked at the time. It was 11:35. She wondered where her friend was as she was usually on time. Just as she contemplated on whether to call her she looked up and saw her walking toward her.

  “Hey Shelly,” Heather said, smiling.

  “What’s up, girl?” Lawson returned, hugging each other.

  “Thanks for meeting me.”

  “No problem. It’s been a while. You look great.”

  “I feel good,” Heather beamed.

  “I can’t believe it’s been three months since I saw you last. That’s the tough part about this job, so much going on that you sometimes can’t get away from it.”

  “Yeah, I know. I completely understand.”

  “So what’s up? When you called I detected something other than just wanting to meet and catch up,” Lawson stated.

  “Yeah,” Heather said, looking at her and offering a frustrating type of smile.

  “I’m all ears.”

  “It’s Matt.”

  “Had a feeling it would be.”

  “I don’t know what it is. Well maybe I do. I’m just so worried about him. He’s not the same man he was before,” she said.

  “In what way?” Lawson asked.

  “Last week I got home from grocery shopping to find three holes in our living room wall that he punched out. Some days he wakes up like he’s already mad at the world. This morning I found him sitting at the kitchen table staring at the wall, thinking about all the things that lead up to what happened.”

  “He’s dealing with a lot.”

  “He blames himself for what happened to me. No matter how hard I try to convince him that it’s not his fault, it doesn’t seem to do any good. It’s like it goes in one ear and out the other. I could never blame him for anything. He saved my life when he met me,” Heather said. “Any bad that comes up is just something we have to deal with and I completely accept as something I choose in order to be with him.”

  “I wish I had some answers for you. But I don’t. Matt is always going to have t
o deal with things that you and I won’t. Just from the beginning, being shot in the head and his memory, then everything else, he’s got to figure out how to deal with things that you and I will never have to,” Lawson responded. “No matter how much you and I sometimes want to just shake him and get out those negative connections he has…we just can’t.”

  “I know,” Heather dejectedly said.

  “I don’t know there’s much more you can do other than what you’re doing. Just love him for who he is and keep being there for him. Hopefully one day he’ll be able to put all the demons behind him.”

  “I guess you’re right. I’m sorry for being such a worrywart.”

  “It’s OK. Sometimes it helps to just talk about things and vent.”

  “Thanks for being a good friend,” Heather said.

  “No problem. It’s nice to talk about normal things instead of the usual government stuff I do all the time,” Lawson replied, stopping as she thought of something. “Hey, what about moving?”

  “Moving? To where?”

  “I don’t know. Anywhere.”

  “What for?”

  “Maybe that would help. Something new, something different, something else to get his mind off things. New environment, new location, I dunno, just something different.”

  “Hmm. It’s an idea. Maybe I’ll kick it around with Matt a little bit.”

  The two of them just continued walking around the park, talking about Cain mostly, but also some other things, such as Lawson’s love life.

  “So where’s your Mr. Right at?” Heather joked.

  “I think he drowned,” Lawson replied.

  “Oh, c’mon, there must be someone that you’re interested in.”

  “No, not really. This job doesn’t really lend itself to much matchmaking.”

  “Aww, I’m sorry.”

  “Hey, it’s OK. I’m not sad or anything. I don’t need someone in my life right now. If it happens, great, but if not, that’s OK too. I’m OK with being on my own right now,” she told her. “You know work keeps me pretty busy most of the time anyway.”

  The two had started becoming friendlier even before Heather’s hospital stay, but while she was in there Lawson visited her quite frequently. At first, Lawson figured she owed it to Cain to visit and show her support, but after a while she was visiting more because of the friendship that she and Heather were developing. It was quite a transformation from their initial encounters when they couldn’t stand each other. While Lawson wasn’t there at the hospital as much as Cain was, she visited as often as she could, usually four or five days a week, unless she was away on business.

  They talked for about an hour before they had to go their separate ways. They gave each other a hug and promised to see each other again soon. Heather went back to the apartment, happy to find nothing destroyed, and Cain watching TV. She looked at him then turned her head to a kitchen drawer. She walked over to it and stood in front of it, contemplating whether she wanted to take the envelope out.

  “You know, I was thinking about going back to work next week,” she blurted out.

  Cain immediately got off the couch and walked to the kitchen. “You think that’s a good idea?”

  “Matt, it’s been a year.”

  “I know. I just want to make sure that you’re ready and all.”

  “I’ve been ready for two months,” she told him.

  “As long as it’s what you want.”

  “It is.”

  Cain turned to leave before he looked back as Heather started to say something else.

  “There’s something else that I want.”

  “What’s that?” Cain wondered.

  Heather opened the drawer and pulled out the white envelope and placed it on the counter between them.

  “What’re you doing?” Cain asked.

  “When are you gonna get back to this?” Heather asked of the note proclaiming to know the woman in Cain’s picture from Hawaii.

  “Heather.”

  “What? You need to do this. For yourself.”

  “Stop.”

  “What? You don’t wanna know anymore?”

  Cain looked away, not really wanting to get into it. “When everything happened with you last year I told myself that nothing was more important than getting you back. I said I’d put everything else aside to be there for you and support you. I didn’t want any distractions or anything getting in the way of getting you healthy again. That was my number one goal.”

  “And that’s great, and I appreciate everything you’ve done, and every second you’ve been there for me. But I haven’t had therapy in two months,” Heather said. “Matt, I’m back. I’m fine. You need to do this for you. And for me. Cause nothing would make me happier than for you to find out who this person is and what she meant to you. To start connecting the pieces of your life.”

  “I’m fine,” Cain stated, trying to reassure her.

  “No you’re not. You’ve been slowly torturing yourself for a long time. About the choices you’ve made and the things you’ve done. You can’t go back in time and change them.”

  “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

  “Yeah, but you can’t. You have to learn to live with what’s happened. You have to accept it.”

  “Easier to say than to do,” Cain told her.

  “I know it is,” Heather replied. “I just want you to be happy. And I know you’re not.”

  “I’m happy as long as I have you.”

  “I wish that was enough.”

  “You’re not leaving me are you?” Cain worried.

  “If a bullet couldn’t get you rid of me then nothing will,” Heather laughed.

  She leaned over the counter and kissed Cain, holding his face in both of her hands.

  “Will you please get back to this?” Heather asked, looking deep in his eyes, holding up the envelope. “For me?”

  “OK.”

  Heather smiled and gave him another deep, passionate kiss. She thought about bringing up the topic of moving but then thought better of it. She figured one breakthrough was enough for the day. They sat around talking for the next few hours before Cain figured it was time to get out of the apartment. As he was going out the door he got a call from Lawson about a mission they might have for him. She said it was urgent so he got down to The Center right away. Cain immediately went to her office, where she was sitting at her desk, working on her computer.

  “So what’s this big mission all about?” Cain asked.

  “It’s Kurylenko,” Lawson answered. “After all this time, he’s finally popped back up on our radar.”

  “Oh?”

  “Two days ago we got a hit that he’s back in Moscow.”

  “That’s impossible. What kind of evidence is there?” Cain wondered.

  “We have photographs of him,” Lawson said, pulling the photos out of a folder and putting them on her desk.

  Cain picked them up and carefully studied the three pictures. “This isn’t him,” he calmly stated.

  “How can you say that? It is him.”

  “The pictures are grainy. It could be anybody.”

  “It’s him. Our analysts have gone over it and have confirmed it’s him,” Lawson replied, steadfast in her assertion.

  “Did you talk to the analysts?” Cain asked.

  “No.”

  “Then how do you know?”

  “Sanders sent me all the information.”

  “Shelly, this isn’t him,” Cain said, pushing the pictures away.

  “I called you because I figured you’d be happy we finally found him. That maybe this would help bring some closure for you and all you can say is that it isn’t him?” Lawson stated, getting annoyed. “You’re not even willing to consider the possibility that this is him.”

  “Because I know it isn’t him,” Cain said, raising his voice.

  “And how do you know that when everyone else says it is?”

  “Because I killed him!” Cain revealed with a sigh.
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  “What?” Lawson asked, not believing what she just heard.

  “I killed him,” Cain softly repeated.

  “How? When?” she asked, shaking her in disbelief.

  “Last year, the night Heather got shot, that’s where I was when I asked you to check on her. I got one of the analysts to run another scan of Kurylenko and they matched it up to a prison photo of a man named Brian Chapman. He was a big time thug. So I went to his house and waited for him. I guess while I was waiting there he was already at the apartment and shot Heather. Once he got back I didn’t have a chance to question him, he immediately went for his gun and I shot him, three times I think.”

  “Are you positive you killed him? Any chance he could have survived?” Lawson wondered.

  “No,” Cain answered with a shake of his head. “I watched him die in front of me. His last words were something about how it wasn’t about me.”

  “Why didn’t you say anything before now?”

  “I don’t know,” Cain said, throwing his hands up in the air. “I wasn’t sure about this whole Kurylenko thing and when I found out his name was actually Chapman I wasn’t sure what to think.”

  “Or who to believe,” Lawson said.

  “That too.”

  “Although I would’ve thought you would’ve built up a little trust in me by now.”

  “Shelly,” Cain replied, throwing his hands up again, not sure what else to say though.

  “It’s OK. I guess I don’t really blame you.” Lawson paused for a few moments before speaking back up. “So what do you think he meant it wasn’t about you?”

  “The only thing I can figure is that I wasn’t the target. He was always after Heather all along.”

  “But what sense would that make? She’s not a threat to anybody.”