The Prophet of Starfall: Episode 13

His eyes fixed on Elisabeth, the large brute stomped down the hall towards her.

“Now I understand you may be upset,” she said as he drew closer.

Growling in anger, the hulking man kept coming.

Elisabeth drew her pistols when she saw that he was beyond reasoning.

“No guns,” 4 21 cautioned. “They will draw attention we do not need.”

“And how am I supposed to stop him? Maybe if I say please,” Elisabeth snapped.

As she tried to holster her guns, the thug reached out and seized her by the jacket, lifting her into the air as though she were weightless. Then he turned and threw her toward the same wall she had thrown him. But Elisabeth twisted her body in midair and hit the wall feet first. Then bending her knees, she pushed off and came straight toward her attacker. Before he could brace himself, Elisabeth struck him with a left hook, breaking his jaw and sending him to the floor unconscious. She landed on her feet and slid then squealed with delight.

“Wow! That felt great. I’ve been holding myself back since we got here but, man, does it feel good to finally let go!”

“Now is not the time to celebrate,” 4 21 warned. “We need to hide this body before someone discovers it.”

Elisabeth sighed her disappointment then lifted the unconscious man, effortlessly slinging him over her shoulder.

“All right. Where do we stash Monstro here?” she asked.

“We will take him to the room where we found the dead bodies,” 4 21 said just as the door behind him opened.

Two guards followed by a technician stepped through the door then stopped when they saw 4 21 and Elisabeth.

“Freeze!” one guard ordered, reaching for his gun.

“Duck!” Elisabeth yelled.

4 21 quickly lowered his head just as Elisabeth hurled the brute’s body through the air, striking the two guards and knocking them to the floor.

The surprised technician ran to the nearest alarm and hit it.

“I took care of the guards. Why didn’t you shoot him?” Elisabeth asked, pointing to the technician as he fled down the hall.

“I could not kill him. He is an innocent,” 4 21 defended.

“I didn’t mean kill him,” Elisabeth corrected, “just—”

As the alarm sounded throughout the building, doors opened and security guards poured out into the halls.

“Shoot him,” she finished.

Grabbing the nearest guards, Elisabeth slammed their heads together then tossed them aside.

When 4 21 saw of the two guards aiming their weapons, he quickly moved forward, closing the distance between them. Grabbing both guns and twisting them toward the ceiling, he tore them from the guard’s hands then knocked both men unconscious.

 

*          *          *

 

After the technician sounded the alarm, he headed for a secluded part of Thymatec Labs.  Running past the posted guards, he burst through the doors and abruptly stopped in front of a large desk behind which sat a man watching a wall of camera monitors.

“Master,” the technician said breathlessly.

“I know,” the man replied with a thick German accent.

“Two metas have infiltrated the building, and earlier two more were spotted.”

“Yes, I know,” the German replied. “Jericho and an unknown.”

“What shall we do, sir?” the technician asked.

“Deal with the two you have, and prepare for the others who will soon be here,” the German ordered.

“Yes, Master,” the technician obeyed.

As the doors closed, the German reached across his desk and picked up the phone.

“We have been compromised. Take two thirds of the butterfly and relocate to location beta. I will join you there presently.”

The German hung up the phone then said,

“If you want a terrorist, I shall give you a terrorist.”

 

*          *          *

 

As 4 21 disarmed and knocked out the guards, Elisabeth fought alongside him, using the force of her wings to toss and disable her foe. With the last guard down, Elisabeth drew her pistols when another door opened and more men dressed in suits stormed into the hallway.

“Dr. Ghislain’s clones. Be careful. They do not break as easily,” 4 21 cautioned.

“Watch,” Elisabeth said. Firing her weapons, she shot the men one at a time.

Each bullet found its mark, and the clones fell to the floor. But a moment afterwards, they were back on their feet.

“Just as I said,” 4 21 reminded her.

“Oh that’s great,” Elisabeth replied sarcastically.

 

*          *          *

 

Nathan pulled into an empty section of the Thymatec Labs parking lot, hitting his brakes.  Right now, Elisabeth and 4 21 were battling the clones, and any moment John Stafford would draw his pistol to shoot. Nathan knew there wasn’t enough time to get to the hallway and save them. He had one choice, and he was going to have to break the rules.

Jericho was strong and almost invulnerable. He rode a motorcycle because he didn’t yet know he could jump almost 6 miles in one leap. He was about to discover this power before the chosen time because Nathan was desperate.

By now John Stafford had almost reached the hallway. Once he got to Elisabeth and 4 21, he would shoot them.

When Jericho pulled up beside Nathan, he shut off his bike and asked,

“Where are they?”

“I need you to trust me. No time to explain,” Nathan said.

“Okay,” Jericho agreed.

“I need you to face that way,” Nathan said, pointing. “Then bend your knees and jump in that direction.”

“Okay, but I’m not much of a jumper,” Jericho said.

“Trust me. Just bend your knees this much,” Nathan said, demonstrating, “and jump! Quickly! We’re running out of time.”

“Okay,” Jericho said in confusion. “I feel sort of silly, but I’ll do it.”

Bending his knees as Nathan had shown him, Jericho jumped. His super strength threw him high into the air. Nathan sighed with relief when he heard Jericho yell in surprise and joy.

 

*          *          *

 

John Stafford reached the hallway, dragging with him a terrified Charlene Reynolds. As he pressed a gun into Reynolds’ neck, Elisabeth trained her pistols on Stafford’s head.

“I won’t miss,” she warned.

“Nor shall I,” Stafford sneered.

Elisabeth held her gaze, her hands steady, until she heard 4 21 say,

“Drop your weapons.”

Keeping her weapons trained on Stafford, she looked over at 4 21 and saw that his guns were on the floor and his hands raised.

Elisabeth hesitated then unwillingly holstered her guns.

“Fine,” she spat.

“As I expected,” Stafford said, turning his pistol to Elisabeth.

Just as Stafford pulled the trigger, something crashed through the ceiling. When the dust cleared, Elisabeth saw Jericho standing in the rubble, his hands clenched and his eyes wide.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Jericho turned to look at her but said nothing. His breathing was rapid.

When Elisabeth tapped her right temple, Jericho slowly reached up to touch his. As his fingertips rubbed the skin, a flattened bullet fell to the floor.

Jericho turned to Stafford who wore a look of horror and fear.

“You shot me,” Jericho protested.

Unable to speak, Stafford just stared with a vacant look in his eyes.

“Why did you shoot me?” Jericho demanded.

 

*          *          *

 

Nathan breathed a sigh of relief. Elisabeth and 4 21 were safe. He turned and looked at the gate entrance of Thymatec Laboratories.

“McAddams and his men will be here soon. I need to get into the main building, find Elisabeth, and move her to a safe location. What’s about to happen shouldn’t involve either of us.”

Nathan hopped on his motorcycle, revved the engine then headed toward the facility just as he heard the sound of approaching cars.

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