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Episode 089 |
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“I’m not sure when I suggested that you should get
frozen in a block of ice. I don’t remember saying anything like that.
Probably because it’s so stupid.” ‘Darko of the Dark’, 8-Bit Theater Khizer was standing before Emma well after she had
blinked. “Um…” she muttered to herself. “All I’m trying to do is free the spirits trapped
beneath the desert,” Khizer explained, slowly moving away from the baggage
cart, his luggage in hand. “The
syncretax is just a tool to release their spirits so that they can rise to
meet their maker.” “No,” Emma disputed slowly. “That box is a spirit bomb.” “Okay,” Khizer decided.
“Which one of us has an angel telling him what the box does?” Emma’s thinking stalled. “There you go.” “Where’s the angel now?” Emma asked. Khizer’s thinking stalled. Lisa fell back against the roof. A second later, Isaiah landed next to her,
still clutching his rifle. Before he
could open his eyes, the woman in the blue headscarf dropped down on top of
him, driving her fingers into his chest. Isaiah bit down on his pain as a powerful glow erupted
from within his shirt. The woman was
thrown back by the light. Isaiah fell
to the metal roof of the terminal, panting harshly. Lisa scrambled out from underneath the
sniper and grabbed his rifle. Handling
the large weapon awkwardly, she aimed it at the woman and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. The woman smiled, regaining her composure. “Pathetic little gnat,” she seethed
starting towards her. Lisa dropped the
gun and backed away. The woman neared,
but Isaiah lunged out to grab her feet.
His hands passed through her as if passing through a cloud of smoke. The woman turned back to Isaiah and jammed her hands
down into him again. A second time,
light shot out from his chest and the woman was practically thrown from
him. Isaiah rolled over, his shirt
burned by the protective sigil tattooed onto his chest. He panted, then felt around, grabbing his
rifle. The door to the maintenance bay was kicked in. Eliot fell forward from the kick, holding
his leg. Alec rushed past, yelling
back to the airport personnel “stay with him!” He ran through the narrow aisles of repair
equipment and spare parts, Irene following. The two turned a corner to find Til and Jason both on
the ground unconscious. Alex dropped
next to Jason and felt his neck. “He’s
okay,” he said. “So’s Til,” Irene confirmed. Alex looked around Til, grabbing his pistol. “Stay with them,” he ordered, rushing on. Isaiah rose, the light from his chest still dying
down. The woman was on her hands and
knees, panting desperately. Isaiah
lifted up his rifle, a hating look on his face. The woman glared at him, rising. He fired three shots, each passing through
her as if she was a cloud. She
glanced back in the direction the bullets had gone, then took a step towards
him. He tore open his shirt and grabbed at the necklace beneath. He yanked it free and held it forward, the
golden Star of David dangling between him and the woman. She fell to a halt, petrified at the sight of the
star. She drew back, crawling away
from it. “Barukh
ata Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha‑olam, ha‑gomel lahayavim tovot
sheg’malani kol tov!” he yelled at
her. She crawled away as best she
could, her hands held up defensively.
“Barukh atah Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha‑olam,
she‑hehiyanu v’kiy’manu v’higi’anu la‑z’man ha‑zeh!” he shouted, making the woman howl in pain. He released the star and aimed his rifle a second
time. But in the brief second, she
disappeared from sight, fading like a puff of smoke. “Khizer, you’re not going to get away,” Emma yelled
across the tarmac. “You won’t stop me,” he insisted. “No, but I will!” Khizer spun around to Alex, Til’s gun aimed right at
him. “Drop the bag,” he insisted. Khizer glanced over his shoulder, seeing Emma drawing
out her own gun. He looked between the
two agents, an equal distance from each.
He finally started to lower his gun hand, looking acquiescent at
Alex. He released the gun, letting it
fall to the ground. But as it landed,
he threw his bag away, holding onto the black box. He held it up. “If you shoot, it drops,” he threatened. Alex
watched the symbol on the top slowly uncurling. “Don’t do this, Khizer,” he yelled. “Why are you trying to stop me?!” he yelled. “It’s a bomb!” Alex barked. “That thing is going to wake up ever marid
for miles from its detonation.” Khizer
looked back at Emma. Still holding the
gun ready, she nodded in confirmation.
Khizer looked down in thought, his mind racing. Alex lipped his lips, thinking as
well. “I know about the shaitan,” he
called. Khizer looked at Alex with disbelief and fear. “What shaitan?” he and Emma both yelled
simultaneously. “The one that’s been traveling with you,” Alex yelled
before glaring at Emma. Emma bit on her protest, then looked up in
realization. “The one you think is an
angel,” she shouted. Khizer looked at
her, putting things together as well.
“He was ordered to do this by an angel,” she yelled to Alex. “Only it’s not an angel, it’s a
shaitan. It’s a demon!” Khizer
looked at the box, for the first time considering the possibility of it. “Why would an angel try to possess a
human?” Alex yelled. “The thing tried
to posses one of my people. You saw it
with your own eyes.” “It
didn’t try to possess her,” Khizer said.
“She glowed from the inside.” “We
all have protective symbols,” Alex said.
“Hers is tattooed on the inside of her cheek. That’s what that light was.” “Don’t
listen to them.” Khizer
looked up, seeing the woman approaching him.
Ragged and exhausted, she panted in agony. “Don’t listen to them,” she repeated. Emma
whirled her gun towards the woman.
“Freeze!” she yelled. Alex
followed Emma’s aim, but saw nothing. The
woman looked at Emma, for the first realizing what she was. “Khizer,” Emma yelled, “ask her to say
Allah’s name.” The woman met Emma’s
gaze with fury before looking at Khizer.
“Ask her,” she called again, keeping the woman between her sights. Khizer
looked from the woman to the box. “A’oo thu billahi min
ash shaitan arrajim,” he said with
disgust. The woman’s eyes went wide
just before she evaporated in a puff of smoke. Khizer turned to Alex and put the box
down. He held up his hands and stepped
back from it. |
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