Mrs. Warren screamed as another loud boom followed. Jeff smiled, pleased that his shields, that thank God, was not connected to the mainframe still held.
Rome sat up in his chair as he watched the Politician throw guards toward the door to Jeff’s office and the guards being electrocuted by some kind of invisible gate.
“A little assistance.” The alter’s voice came to him.
“Give me a sec.” Rome said as his hands flew across his laptop. “Looks like our little buddy Jeff has a few tricks up his sleeve.”
It didn’t take Rome long to find Jeff’s back up system and power down his shields.
“Should be good to go.”
As soon as Jeff saw that his back up computer had been taken over he called for his helicopter to meet him on the roof. He didn’t want to leave before he could at least set the self-destruction program for his lab, the last thing he needed was for this information he had here to get into the wrong hands, it would be the end of Macon Tech for sure.
But from the sound of it, Jo was at the door and right now, he needed to save his own life. He had a team of lawyers that he was paying a fortune for, at the very least he knew they would make sure he didn’t serve any jail time.
However, it was time for him to shed some dead weight.
“I will be right back, senator, I need to activate the self-destruction program.” He told them as he closed his laptop and slid it in his briefcase.
“What!? What do you mean?”
“Relax, senator, he can’t get through the shield I have surrounding this office.” He lied as he slipped into the joining office that had a trap door that let out to the stairs that led to the roof.
Jo’s parents…or shall I say handlers ran after him, but when they got to the office, they were stunned to see Jeff had seemed to just disappear.
“Oh no!” Mrs. Warren cried as her frightened gaze went to her husband. Right then, the office door crashed in. The sounds of Bone Crusher Never Scared filled their ears before the Politician walked through the door.
Senator Warren held up his hands. “Now son, let’s not overreact and do anything that you’ll later regret.”
The Politician smiled at them. “That’s just it, pops, I don’t regret anything.” He slowly began to stalk them.
“It’s time for you to walk alone in the field of clovers.” Senator Warren said with a shaking voice.
The alter grinned, “Not before I snap that b****’s neck and throw you out the window.” Both their eyes widened.
Senator Warren, in a last-ditch effort to save his own life, pushed his wife into the alter’s arms. She didn’t even get a chance to scream before the sound of her neck breaking filled the room.
The senator turned and took two steps toward the door, but he was grabbed roughly from the back and flung towards the window with such strength he died on contact. However, the window shattered and he flew straight through it falling to join the bird poop on the cement.
The Politician walked to the now open window to watch the helicopter fly away. Jeff smiled down at him as he gave him the finger.
“Count to three, chump.” Rome’s voice came through the device in his ear.
Three seconds later, the helicopter seemed to just shut off before it began to spin wildly out of control. Jeff’s frightened gaze came back to him seconds before the chopper crashed to the ground, exploding into a fire ball that lit up the night’s sky.
Jo nodded as a grin came to his face. “Good work, kid.” He muttered as he stepped over his mother’s dead body.
The sound of the police sirens could now be heard. It was time to vacate the premises.
Chapter Twenty
The Dawn of a New Era
We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come.
--Joseph Campbell
Journey
“Wake up, daughter of Sarah.” The deep voice penetrated the darkness around me, pulling me from its clutches.
“Journey, it’s time for you to wake up now.”
I frowned, I don’t want to wake up; the place where I am is comfortable. Only pain awaited me from where that deep voice was coming from.
My eyelids felt heavy, I had to struggle to open them. The first thing I felt was the dull pain in my shoulder, but then the bright light that bled through my cracked eyelids was causing my head to hurt.
I moaned in pain, but right then, a big dark hand passed over my lids before the warm palm touched my head. I couldn’t describe the feeling that came over me, it felt like cool water washing over my burning skin. Instantly the pain in my shoulder and head began to abate. Slowly I opened my eyes fully to take in the man standing over my bed.
I had to be dreaming.
“Are you a cowboy?” I asked.
He chuckled as he removed his hand.
“No, nothing so spectacular.”
“But you look like a cowboy.”
And he did. His long hair was braided in cornrows, their tips rested just below his massive shoulders. On his head he wore a black cowboy hat. I could smell the leather of his black coat. His skin was as dark as Joseph’s. But it was his eyes that made me pause.
He looked down at me through a set of eyes that seemed…I don’t know, they seemed ancient.
A horrifying thought came to me. “Am I dead?” I whispered.
This man must be an angel coming to take me to my place of rest. Again, he chuckled.
“No, child, far from it.”
Carefully I sat up in the bed. Amazingly, my shoulder no longer troubled me, so I was able to move easily.
