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Episode 088 |
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“Dead or alive, you’re coming with me.” Officer Alex J. Murphy, Robocop For the briefest second, Sarah felt a hand grab her
mouth. She whirled around, her gun
ready to fire, but saw nothing. She spun
back at Khizer, but he stepped at her, throwing his hand forward. An Arabic sigil appeared on his palm and
she was sent flying back into the wall. Rebounding from the impact, she leapt at Khizer as he
recovered from the magical blast. She
planted her right knee into his solar plexus, knocking him into the
wall. He coughed and fell to the
ground, clutching his chest as his bag slumped off his shoulders. A hand grabbed Sarah’s shoulder. She spun around, throwing her own arm into
a wide circle to entrap the hand that had grabbed her. But her hand passed through a smoky
arm. The woman in the black dress and
blue headscarf stepped at Sarah and jammed her hands into Sarah’s chest. Sarah was thrust back against the wall, her body
convulsing in agony. A light appeared
inside her mouth and the smoky visage of a woman screamed as she fought to
keep her hands just inside Sarah’s body.
Khizer looked up, astonished. “Go!”
the woman screamed, still fighting Sarah. Khizer stood and grabbed his bag, dashing down the
hall. “Isaiah,” came Alex.
“Have you got an LOS on Khizer?” On the roof of the air traffic control building, Isaiah
searched the windows. Next to him,
Lisa looked through a pair of binoculars.
“Negative,” he reported. Khizer burst through the metal door into the
maintenance hangar. Filled with spare
parts and an array of tools, he glanced around, trying to get his
bearings. He turned to the door and
spun his right hand over the handle twice before touching it in the
middle. The handle flashed with a
metallic green light followed by the door frame flashing with a dark, dull
green. Khizer walked away from the door, taking note of the
workers who went about their business, not bothering to pay attention to
him. He started towards the far side
of the bay when he saw a luggage cart on the tarmac. A blonde woman was going through the bags
one by one. Khizer started to run
towards her. Dashing between work stations, he didn’t notice Til
until the thick German stood up, his palm catching Khizer in the chest. The blow stopped him cold, knocking him to
the ground. Jason came up behind Til,
his pistol drawn. “Don’t move!” he yelled. Khizer evaporated into smoke. “What the hell?” Til said, looking away to
watch for where he reappeared. “Til, it’s a…” Jason started to say, still staring at
Khizer on the floor. With a fast kick,
Khizer knocked Jason’s legs out from underneath him. As the psychic fell, Khizer threw his hand
at Til, knocking him off his feet. He
then held out his hand over Jason’s forehead, whispering quietly. Jason passed out instantly. Alex dropped down over Sarah as she lay on the
floor. “You okay?” he asked, Eliot
running on past them while Irene waited with the airport security guards. “It’s a shaitan,” she breathed. “What?!” Irene exclaimed. “There’s a shaitan,” she repeated. “There’s a shaitan with him. She tried to possess me, but wasn’t able
to.” “Where is she now?” Alex asked. “She disappeared after he got away,” Sarah said,
sitting up. “He went towards the
hangar.” “He’s headed for Emma,” Irene said. “He’ll get passed Jason and Til,” Sarah said. “Alex,” came Isaiah into Alex’s ear. He reached up and touched his earpiece. “Yeah,” he said. “I’ve got a lock on Khizer. He’s approaching Emma.” Emma held her hands out, stepping away from the
bags. Khizer approached as the two
throwers backed away as well. “You’re
not going to get away with this,” she said as Khizer neared the bags. “I don’t know why you’re trying to keep them enslaved
and I don’t care,” Khizer warned.
“Nobody has to get hurt.” “I agree,” Emma said. “Emma,” came Isaiah.
“I’ve almost got a clear shot.
Back up three more steps.” “Listen to me,” she said loudly over the sound of jet
engines and the whipping wind. “We can
resolve this.” She kept walking
back. “I don’t know who you’re talking
about being enslaved, but maybe we can help them.” “The syncretax will release them,” Khizer said
certainly. “The syncretax?” Emma said. “That thing’s not a syncretax; it’s a
bomb.” “Emma,” Isaiah said.
“I’ve got a shot. Blink twice
if I should take it.” “Khizer, please listen to me,” Emma breathed. “That box you’ve got is a spirit bomb.” Khizer glanced at the luggage cart, seeing his
bag. He looked back at Emma, then
shook his head. “No it isn’t.” He stepped to the cart and grabbed his
bag. Pulling it free, he extended his
arm, preparing to fire. Emma
stiffened up. “Don’t do this,” she
whispered. As she spoke, she blinked
twice in rapid succession. |
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