it was that he kept his promises. If he vowed to watch out for and protect Mackenzie, I knew he would take that oath as serious as he took the oath he pledged to his country all those years ago.
“Do you swear you won’t let anything happen to her?” I asked, my eyes fierce.
“I give you my word, Ty,” he assured me, conviction in his voice. “She’ll be better protected than the president. I’ve sent my best team down there to ensure it.”
Absorbing his words, I sighed, running my hands through my hair. “When do I leave?”
“You okay?” Eli asked, cutting through my thoughts about how one month had turned into three. So much time had passed, the rift between myself and Mackenzie had widened. I wondered if I even crossed her mind anymore. I couldn’t forget her if I wanted to. Her existence was permanently etched on my heart…on my soul.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
Eli glanced at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “Liar.”
“I said I’m good. I didn’t say I was fantastic. Just let me be good for a minute.”
He shook his head and clenched his jaw, taking his foot off the gas as he approached a guard shack at the entryway of the refugee camp. We nodded a greeting to one of the security company’s employees and were granted access. Driving the outskirts of what had become my home, we navigated past rows and rows of white tents.
This experience had been humbling for me. These people had nothing to their names. Due to civil war and political unrest, they had been forced out of their homes, the massacre of thousands upon thousands of their people causing them to seek asylum. When they left, many of them lost their families, their lives, their identities. The refugees spanned all age groups. I didn’t know how any of the older people in the camp coped with the fact they would never see their home again. The only thing that got me through each day was knowing that, with every passing hour, I was that much closer to finally being home. These people didn’t have that luxury.
The past few months weren’t without hardships, despite how much I believed in what I was doing. When I first arrived here, I wondered how long I would last out in the stagnant desert heat. But when I stepped out of the tiny tent that had become my home and a little African boy, who couldn’t have been more than six or seven, his right arm missing from his elbow down, came up to me and asked if I was here to help, nothing else mattered. I wasn’t here to betray or deceive anyone. I was here to make a difference, to protect these people, to ensure they had access to everything I had taken for granted my entire life…food, water, education, clothing, medical aid. They would have it all and then some. Working this assignment made me proud of my family’s company. Despite the numerous questionable operations it had been involved in, the humanitarian missions it sponsored outweighed all of that. Seeing women playing with their children, not worrying about whether today would be the day they could no longer outrun the enemy, made it all worth it.
“What did your brother say?” Eli asked, pulling up to the administration building.
We had just spent the better part of the day traveling to and from the only communications center within a hundred miles. Infrastructure in this country left much to be desired, and internet and phones were practically non-existent. I did have a satellite phone; however, it tended to be sketchy at best and completely useless most of the time. My only means of somewhat reliable communication with the outside world was through a weekly visit to a command center located three hours away. It was during this time that I tried to check in with Alexander.
“Not much. He still has Martin and his team keeping an eye on Mackenzie. He’s yet to see any viable threat from Charlie or anyone else, but he’s ordering everyone to maintain their post. He must feel guilty. Why else would he send his right-hand man down to Texas to watch over her? That must count for something.” I wanted to believe my brother was a good person, that he was trying to make amends for how things had spiraled out of control between us, but there was a nagging I couldn’t ignore, especially as the weeks went by