It was pure, heavy, almost suffocating but in a good way. There were normally sounds everywhere, even in the deepest part of the woods, but there was only quiet here. Ash didn’t move for a moment, didn’t even want to risk shattering the silence by shutting his car door. He stood and closed his eyes and let the quiet consume him. For a second or two, he got it. Or thought he got it. The appeal. He could surrender to this, this quiet, this tranquility. It would be so easy to turn over control and reason and thoughts. Just be.
Surrender.
Yes, that was that applicable word. Let someone else do the heavy mental work. Just toil or live in the moment. Get sucked into the stillness. Hear your heart beating in your chest.
But this wasn’t a life.
It was a vacation, a break, a cocoon. It was the Matrix or virtual reality or something like that. And maybe when you grow up like he did—or more, like Dee Dee did—a comforting delusion beats harsh reality.
But not in the long run.
He took out a cigarette.
“Smoking is forbidden,” one of the guards said.
Ash lit up.
“I said—”
“Shh. Don’t spoil the quiet.”
Guard One took a step toward Ash, but Guard Two put a hand out to block him. Ash leaned against the car, took a deep inhale, made a production out of blowing the smoke out. Guard One was not pleased. Ash heard the crackle of a walkie-talkie. Guard Two leaned in and whispered into it.
Ash made a face. Who uses walkie-talkies anymore? Don’t they have mobile phones?
A few seconds later, Guard Two whispered something in the ear of Guard One. Guard One grinned.
“Hey, tough guy,” Guard One said.
Ash let loose another long trail of smoke.
“You’re wanted up in the sanctuary.”
Ash started toward them.
“No smoking inside Truth Haven.”
Ash was going to argue, but what was the point? He threw the cigarette onto the road and crushed it under his foot. Guard Two had opened the gate with a remote control. Ash took in the setup now—the fencing, the security cameras, the remote. Pretty high tech.
He started toward the opening, but Guard One stopped him with his AR-15.
“You armed, tough guy?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe hand the weapon over to me then.”
“Aw, can’t I keep my gun?”
Both guards pointed their weapons at him.
“Holster on my right side,” Ash said.
Guard One reached for it, felt nothing.
Ash sighed. “That’s your right, not mine.”
Guard One slid his hand to the other side of Ash’s body and removed the .38.
“Nice piece,” the guard said.
“Put it in my glove compartment,” Ash said.
“Excuse me?”
“I won’t bring it in, but I’m leaving here with it. Put it in my car. The door is open.”
Guard One didn’t like it, but Guard Two nodded that he should listen. So he did. When the task was completed, Guard One made a big deal of slamming the door really hard.
“Any other weapons?” Guard One asked.
“No.”
Guard Two gave him a cursory search anyway. When he was done, Guard One gestured with his head for him to proceed through the gate. They flanked Ash as they entered the compound—Guard One on his right, Guard Two on his left.
Ash wasn’t overly concerned. He figured that Dee Dee had spoken to the Truth or the Volunteer or whoever and that they wanted to see him. Dee Dee hadn’t made it clear, but it seemed pretty obvious that someone in the cult was paying for these hits. Dee Dee wasn’t coming up with the cash or the names on her own.
Someone in this cult wanted these guys dead.
They started up the hill. Ash wasn’t sure what he expected to find inside Truth Haven, but the overriding word to describe the compound was…“generic.” In a clearing, Ash could make out a building painted the same drab gray as the uniform, maybe three stories high. The architecture was rectangular and functional and had all the personality of a roadside chain motel. Or maybe military barracks. Or maybe, and perhaps most accurately, it looked like a prison.
There were no breaks from the drab gray—no splashes of color, no texture, no warmth.
But maybe that was the point. There were no distractions.
There was nature, pushed to the side, and of course there was beauty in that. There was calm and quiet and solitude. If you are troubled, if you feel out of place amongst normal society, if you are desperately trying to escape modernity and its noises and constant stimulation, what locale could be better? That was how cults worked, wasn’t it?