Entry: 7

Entry: 7
   - Complications


They had gotten out to easy.
They all knew this.
But they didn't know what to expect next.

   "Why can't you just see where they're going to be next?" Jayson asked as he threw his right blinker on. They had made it to Danville and were making their way to the airport.
Finn had called ahead and asked about the next flight to Washington DC. It left in an hour.
   "Because, think of my brain as a battery. It needs charging!!" She flinched as Liam swerved to avoid a near head on collision with a SMI.
   "Well, can you hurry it up any sooner?!"
Horns blared at them as they dodged more cars, till they came to a quick stop at a red light that caused Almera to slam her head into the dash board.
She glared at him.
   "No! Not with you trying to kill me!"
They were all nervous. And Sage seemed to be the only calm one out of the three...which was not good.
   "I have a question, how do you plan on getting these weapons past security?" Sage asked cautiously. Scared that he might get his head bitten off.
   "I'll take care of that, just act normal and don't draw attention to yourself!" Almera warned. Worry clear in her eyes.
   "I can hide objects, I can't hide fear."
   "Wait, you can hide objects?" Liam asked on a calmer note.
   "Yeah. But it's still...a working progress that's my newest one so I'm not sure how well it'll work."
The tires squealed underneath them as Liam hit the gas and zipped through the intersection.
   "Are you trying to get us arrested? Or worse, killed?!" She yelled at him.
   "No, I'm trying to get us away from who ever might be after us." He answered.
   "Well keep this up, and the whole police station will be!"
That made him easy off the gas a little. But only a little.

They arrived at Danville Regional Airport twenty minutes latter. Which meant they had only forty minutes to buy tickets, get through security, and board the plane.
But that's only if they didn't get held up.

++++

They parked quickly and hopped out.
They then starred at the two swords in the back of the trunk along with the guns which were still strapped to her thighs.
   "Oh...boy..." They mouthed.
   "Alright, you have to strap them to your back." Almera instructed.
   "Can't I just hold them?" Liam asked, moving towards the swords.
   "No. If you do that then it'll look funny, or odd if they think you're hand is holding something, but they can't see what that something is."
Once he saw her logic, he immediately agreed and strapped the swords to his back over his jacket.
He let Almera use her critic eye to straiten everything out so that it wouldn't look weird. She resolved to just zipping up his jacket and pulling it tight.
   "Ok, best I can do." She said finally after taking a step back and looking at him again.
He nodded and ran a hand through his dark brown hair.
   "But...we're going to need...hmm..." She turned to Sage. He wore jeans and a sweatshirt that had Tron: Legacy on it.
Digging into her messenger bag that was slung over her shoulder, she pulled out twenty bucks and handed it to him.
His eyes grew wide as he greedily accepted the money.
   "Go into the gift shop just inside the doors, or kiosk or whatever," She started, making sure he kept her gaze.
   "And buy some kind of hat for him. 'kay?"
   "What?" Liam jumped in. "Why do I need a hat?"
   "Because, if they have our BOLO out to the entire world we don't want to arouse suspicion. And we don't have enough time to get hair die much less die our hair!"
Again, she made sense.
   "Well, why him?"
   "Because he's the most likeliest one not to have been seen in that car dilemma. Now get going." She walked Sage to the edge of the car garage.
   "See that trash can right out side the doors?" She asked, pointing with her finger.
Sage nodded. Knowing that this was serious.
   "We'll be waiting there. Don't taken any longer then ten minutes. Got it?"
Sage nodded a second time.
   "Near the green trash can, take no more then ten minutes, get him a hat, and we're in."
She nodded and pulled at his sweatshirt sleeve over the leather gauntlet.
   "Yup. Now get going. And watch where you step, and keep your head down, and -"
   "Al! I'll be fine!" He jumped in with a grin and he walked down the stairs.
Almera sighed and walked back over to Jay.
Slamming the car trunk door shut, she shoved the keys into her bag and pulled out her wand.
Thinking of the power she wanted she flicked her wrist in the general direction of Jay. Then to her own hips.
Satisfied that the power was working, she zipped up her own jacket, pulled her hat down farther on her head and started off.
   "Whoa wait!" Jay jogged a step to catch up with her.
She turned her head slightly as they walked down the stairs.
   "How come I can still see them?" He asked in a whisper.
   "Because you know they're there." She answered frankly.
This answer really did nothing for him. But she didn't offer up any further info, so he took it.

++++

   "Sir. The BOLO is out to all airports in the area."
The man in the expensive suit and Italian leather shoes nodded.
   "Good. Good." There was a slight British accent in the man's voice, but he was legally an American citizen. Not because he loved the country however.
Oh no, quiet the contrary. He hated America.
But, as they say 'one has to know his enemy'.
   "I want these specimens found and dealt with as quietly as possible. We have a lot of catching up to do."
   "Yes sir!"

++++

They only waited a few seconds before Sage reappeared with a bag in his hand.
Finnley walked up to him and held out her hand.
   "Thank you, I'll take the change now."
Sage froze.
   "What change?"
He popped a bubble with the new bubble gum he had just bought at the vending machine with the change he had from buying the hat.
Almera's jaw dropped.
   "Hey, I bought you something too." Sage said, digging into the bag.
   "Skittles?"
She groaned, but snatched up the bag anyways.
   "Let me see the hat." Liam held out his hand and Sage handed the bag over.
Liam dug the hat out and let out a sigh of relief to see that it was only a grey beanie.
Ripping the tag off, he yanked it onto his head and fixed his hair one last time.
   "You look fine. Come on." Finnley was getting a little worried about the time.

She led the way up to the counter where you would usually drop off your baggage and pick up your tickets. But it was only the tickets they were after.
   "Hello, how may I help you miss?" The young lady behind the desk asked.
   "Three tickets to Washington DC please." Almera said as she pulled out her wallet.
   "Alright. Do you have any baggage?"
   "Uh no. Just a carry-on."
She slid over the cash. It was the most Liam had ever seen in his life, he immediately wondered where on earth she had been able to get her hands on it.
The woman cast a surprised glance at her, but accepted the money.
   "May I ask where you got this kind of money miss?"
   "My dad's waiting for us in DC, he sent the cash."
   "And your mother? Where is she?"
   "Massage appointment."
She cast a glance behind her, both boys were looking at her with a 'really? that's the best you could come up with' look.
She looked back at the assistant and smiled, while stomping on the boys' feet.
   "I'm very responsible. And we've always fly to DC anyways."
The assistant didn't ask anymore questions beyond what their names were.
The tickets were bought, and they made it to security.
Half way there.

   "Do you really think this is going to work?" Liam whispered in her ear from behind her. His voice startled her, and his breath tickled her ear.
She spun around and looked up at him.
He was worried.
Really worried.
   "Just pray. And pray hard."
She was scared.
He could tell.
It was written all over her face. Her hands were shaking and she kept touching her hat. Her only remembrance of her father.
He wanted to hug her. He wanted to take away all of her pain from yesterday. He wanted to just make her happy. But he knew there was only one person in the world that could do that. And she knew that.
He slipped his hand in hers and squeezed gently.
Almera was thankful for that. The sight of Jay gave her a calm sense. With his hand in her hand, it gave her a sense of security. Something she had been missing sense she was little.

They never made it through security.

   "Hey Al," Sage muttered, she glanced down and saw that he was watching the police men standing a little ways in front of them. "Why are they looking at us like we're nice juicy stakes?"
She wouldn't have put it that way, but she was unnerved by the way they were looking at her.
   "I don't like this." She whispered. Try as hard a she might, her brain power wasn't back up to the level she needed to see into the future.
They took a few more steps closer to the police, and she noticed his hand brush up against his gun at his side.
   "I really don't like this."
   "I'm starting to agree with you." Liam said quietly.
Another step.
The man stepped towards them.
   "Yup, time to run!" Sage turned around and dove through the long line of people behind them.
Almera wasn't to far behind him. She kept getting pushed back and had to really force her way through the long line of people.
   "Sage!" She cried. She couldn't see Sage ahead of her, or Liam behind her, half of her thought they had been caught. Her heartbeat quickened and she drew a deep breath.
   "Sage!"
People looked at her wildly as she hollered at the top of her lungs.
   "Do what you do best!" She hoped that if he was able to hear her, he knew what she meant.
Nothing happened for a terribly long two minutes. The only thing that stayed consistent was the amount of resistance she met.
She was conscious of yelling going on behind her. The police man was telling everyone to move out of the way.
Her eyes grew wide as she caught a glimpse of the man over the tops of other people's heads. She wasn't looking where she was going and she suddenly toppled flat on her face.
With a low groan she was dragged to her feet. At first she thought it was the police man and she immediately went limp, causing more dead weight. She then jerked up from the ground and spun around, breaking contact with him.
   "Finnley!"
She paused, mid-strike for a roundhouse kick, and saw it was actually Jayson.
She dropped her leg and looked around.
Everyone in the line had suddenly moved to one side, creating a perfect isle and the three of them were standing in middle of it.
Sage was at the other end with his hands, palms down, to the ground.
Almera was very aware of the security people streaming in, not to mention all the passerbys were in shock by the suddenly immobilized people standing perfectly still and perfectly silent.
   "Come on!" She jerked on Jay's hand as she rand down the narrow isle. They reached Sage in a few short steps. Then they ran back towards the front doors, only to find them barred off.
Red lights were glinting off the glass in the gift shops, and doors were being slammed shut everywhere.
   "Awesome. The whole place is on red alert. So much for the disguise." Liam stated. The words coming off his tongue like there was a bad taste in his mouth. He ripped the beanie off his head and shook his head. Causing his hair to fall flawlessly across his forehead.
Almera found that both extremely hot, and extremely annoying. But more the latter.
   "Come on! There has to be a way to get out of here!" she cried, and ran the opposite way.

People screamed as they passed by. Sage was bothered by this. It's not like he hurt any of them. And it's not like he wanted to either.
Sure, he was an eleven year old boy with superpowers and a deadly assassin's weapon, but that didn't mean he wanted to hurt people!
Yet, his whole life and been a bit topsy-turvy. This was no different.

They ran up some stairs, completely bypassing the escalator because it had stopped and wouldn't do any good. Then they skidded around another corner as they saw more security file in from an exit door.
   "What do we do?" Al hissed. "They're everywhere! There's no clean shot to the exit!"
   "Well, I guess we'll just have to use what they don't have." Liam said in a calm voice, yet with a grin on his face.
Almera chewed her bottom lip. They both knew the meaning of that.
   "Alright. But, what do you have in mind?"
   "You'll see."
She wasn't sure she liked that.

++++

   "Sir! Danville Regional Airport has reported a sighting on your BOLOs."
The Italian leather shoed man marched over to the man behind the screen.
   "Pull up streaming security cameras. I want to know where they are every single minute!"
The man, along with the rest of the room of computer geeks went to work.
The Englishman walked up a few steps to a raised floor that held his office, and his alone. He watched the big screen on the opposite wall flash with various images. Two perfect lines of people in the security check point that looked dumbfounded and not sure of what they were doing.
Red alert alarms blaring, people screaming, every one was running. There was so much commotion it almost gave him a headache.
   "Found them!" One geek shouted over the usual buzz of the office.
   "Bring it up on the big screen." The man ordered.
There was a flash of blue, and then he saw his specimens for the first time.
They were hiding behind the Starbucks counter, which had been deserted. - The Englishman hated Starbucks. Rubbish excuse for coffee. No he much preferred good English tea. - The girl kept glancing over the counter, but his view was restricted to just them.
   "What's she looking at?" He asked.
   "Jumping to the next camera." One man said. There was another flash of blue and he saw a line of security guards facing a lone boy.
He was tall, five foot eleven, roughly eighteen years of age, he wore a brown leather jacket and denim jeans with Nike runners.
The man's keen eyes saw that there was something off about the boy's back. A crinkle in the otherwise smooth leather...But what could have caused it?
He didn't have time to answer it for the boy suddenly raised both hands and the lights flickered in the room, as did the camera.
Gasps filtered through the room as sudden lightening bolts shot from the boys fingers at the armed guards.
The Englishman heard whispers of Sith Lord, and other ludicrous things.
Typical computer geeks.
They were good at their jobs, but everything always led back to the Star Wars saga.

The tape flickered again, and the boy had lowered his hands and was yelling something behind him. There was a moment's silence, and he turned around. Then he cried out and ran forward, but pulled up short.
   "Bring up the previous camera." The Englishman ordered.
The camera of Starbucks came up and they were greeted by a surprise. But a welcomed one.
One of the armed guards had been able to sneak up on the two behind the counter. He knocked the younger lad out with a single blow of the butt of his gun, and held the girl in the crook of his neck, and put a gun to her temple.
The Englishman smiled.
   "We've got them."

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Almera whimpered at the feel of the cold metal to her temple. She had never had a gun pointed at her, point blank. It wasn't something she had ever imagined of happening.
Yet, of course, it had happened to her.

   "Stop! Stop you freak or the girl dies!" The guard yelled in her ear. She cringed and tried not to breath. His breath smelled like Doritos. She hated Doritos.
Liam stopped, and the lightening quit immediately. Though it had already taken its toll.
Once he saw what had happened, he froze, shock still.
   "Please. Don't hurt her." He said quietly.
If it had been under any other circumstances, Almera would have blushed embarrassed, and tried to keep her own beating heart under control.
But as of right now, she was just worrying about how to breath.
   "On the ground! Now!!"
Liam jerked to his knees. His eyes locked on hers.
I tried. I'm sorry. His eyes said.
She tried to send him a message back, but she wasn't sure if he could read it, or if it just looked like she was scared out of her wits.
   "Hands above your head!" The guard was still shouting in her ear.
Liam lifted is hands slowly and interlocked his fingers behind his head.
   "Joey! Cuff him!"
At the moment, they both knew they were in huge trouble. And at the same time, they both threw up prayer after prayer to their heavenly Father. Asking for protection and safety.