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Episode 060 |
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“Its
time to make some sense up in here.” John Cena, WWE RAW Ominous sat forward in the seat. His hands templed before his face, he
scowled thoughtfully as he sighed deeply with a worried breath. “We are betrayed,” he said to himself, his
voice low. He looked up at the man who
sat across from him. With the long
scar down the side of his face, the man struggled not to look worried. “Tell me, how would the Responders know?” he asked to
the man. He sat back in his seat. In the private airplane, the two sat alone,
facing one another, the window shades closed and sealed shut. The only light came from the gentle runway
lights on the floor and ceiling. “How
would they find us so quickly?” “They are a resourceful bunch,” the man said with a
strained casual tone. “Too quick,” Ominous said, looking away. “Far too quick.” “You can’t back out of the plan now,” the man charged
to Ominous, dropping the pretense.
“We’re counting on you to hold up your end of the bargain. You play an important role in the plans of
remaking the entire world.” “I have made it no secret that I don’t want to remake
the world,” Ominous said simply, his voice low. “I just want mystical beings to be free in
this world. Your employers came to me
with the offer. They suggested the
plan. They proposed the price. And they will be the ones to reap the
whirlwind.” “You would cowtail to the servants of the UN?” the man
asked. Ominous looked at the man and smiled slowly, his
elongated teeth becoming prevalent. “I
don’t like being played for a fool.” “To work for us…” the man began. “You are the descendants of snake-charmers and fire
worshipers,” Ominous spat. “You are
the descendents of priests whose faith is long dead, whose gods are long
forgotten. Do not speak to me about
any ‘honor’ or ‘glory’ of working for your puppet masters.” He turned away and stared out at the darkness
of the plane’s inner gloom. “I would
but know what has happened to the equilibrium of the world.” He
looked at the man, a vicious smile coming to him. “There was a time when your masters had
foes, when the UN was the least of their worries.” “All who oppose the will of righteousness will fall,”
the man quoted confidently. “Righteousness?” Ominous grinned. “I am sick of righteousness. I want freedom and dignity.” He rose and walked passed the man towards
the back of the plane. At the far
rear, a heavy metal door was bolted closed.
He reached to the small eye slot, pushing it open. Inside, he saw Sarah and Lisa, both
restrained to the walls of the holding cells.
Blindfolded and gagged, neither moved. Ominous turned back as the man rose. “When this chapter of the Clan’s business
is attended to, our ties with your employer will come to an end.” “With all due respect,” the man said, adjusting his tie
diplomatically, “that is not for you to decide.” Ominous walked slowly towards the man. He came within a few inches of his
face. Almost half a foot taller,
Ominous loomed in his vision, his teeth right at the man’s eye level. “When this plane lands, our business is concluded. I will personally hurl you from the
door. However, if you dare insinuate
anything like that again, I will not wait for the plane to land before I hurl
you from the door.” He stepped closer,
the man failing to keep from backing up fearfully. “Tell your masters at the Illumi…” “Sir!” Ominous’
head shot up as the man whirled around.
At the front of the plane, the co-pilot had rushed out a fearful look
on his face. “We’re being followed.” |
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