Dell (part 3 of 3)

Dell

Plus if you go east far enough you’ll end up on the west coast,” 

Mara 

“Ow, but we’re not going to war like the rest of them.  We’re going west.”

Dell threw up his arms as if hearing the direction for the first time.  He hadn’t remembered her telling him this while he had been lost in sorrow moments earlier. “That could be the worst idea ever.  My family is to the east.”

“Yea but we’re getting help from the Greys.”

“The Grey people? They’re like Native Newtopians?”  Dell asked.

“Most of us are native Newtopians,” Mara corrected.  “They’re just more isolated and technologically behind.”

“They still hunt with bows and arrows,” Dell persisted.

“Yes but if they were here with us for the last month we would have been eating Chicken Piccata and potatoes.  We need to learn from them,” Mara said.  They started walking again.

“Okay, true to the chicken part.  But even if they were here they couldn’t make a potato grow in a month.”

“We’re not going for their potatoes, Dell.  We’re going for…” then she trailed off.

“What? Do they have bullet proof wolf pelts or something?” Dell mocked cautiously.

“No for their breach into the infinite,” Mara said equally as cautious.

“So we’re going because of,” Dell began slowly trying to think out loud. “A religious,” he hurried for the word since Mara began looking annoyed, “breakthrough?”

“Well it could be what this is all about,” Mara offered.

“No, it’s about money, pride, beliefs, and oil.  It’s always about oil,” Dell argued.

“Then it’s good they have a lot of oil,” Mara said stopping before the noise of the camp grew to be intrusive. “There’s 60,000 acres of Grey land that sits on top of Newtopia’s largest supply of oil.  That oil could power Newtopia for the next six hundred years or the world for forty.  It’s going to be under the attention of the world as soon as the public finds out about it.  That’s why your family is captive, that’s why your dad is involved somehow, that’s why we have to go.  We don’t know how your dad is involved but he is to the west.  Merol and my dad want us to go west and west we will go.” Mara concluded and said, “But we will stop at Valen, Jordan, and the Grey Mountains on the way if we have to.”

“But my family is to the east,” Dell protested meekly.

“Yes but your family is also your father and he is to the west. Plus if you go east far enough you’ll end up on the west coast,” Mara shot back and began walking again.