Fiction Friday: Chapter Nine

You cound just barely see the burns on the man's face in the red dashboard lights of his car. He navigated it, like a wounded shark, out of the neighborhood. He scowled at the road in front of him. There was nothing about the next few days he was looking forward to.

Somehow his phone and headset had been blown out, so he would have to find a pay phone to call Mr. Li. He did not want to call Mr. Li. In fact, for a fleeting moment, the man thought about just driving far away from this place, but he knew that would only lead to him being hunted before being killed. He knew how the conversation would go. He would explain, as best as he could what happened, while Mr. LK would remain silent. Cold. Mr. Li never showed emotion. The man had once seen him torture a man to get some information, he kept the demeanor of an interested scientist, no sadness and no glee. He wished Mr. Li would yell or something when he called, but that wouldn't happen.

Nearest gas station the man thought, trying to engage his power, but it was gone. It felt like being blind. The one who had been in the shed with the invisible girl, must have used the fifth wish. No one in Li's organization had a gift anymore. He had been the last, and now he had lost his as well.

Additionally, there had been another project Li had wanted the man to do, once the feather was retrieved, but it required his special gift. If he couldn't get the feather back, he wouldn't get his power back and if he didn't get his power back, Mr. Li wouldn't need him. That wouldn't do.

He could see the blue and red lights from a long way off. Police were speeding toward him in the oppisite direction. This is going to be a problem. The more people who knew, the more difficult this would become. He thought about swerving into them, but there were too many house around. Noisy neighbors were always a problem. He watched the police go by.

He didn't have time to get to a gas station. He didn't even have time to call the boss. His gun was in the girl's shed. He wracked his brain trying to figure out what his options were.

On the right he saw a party store. It as closed and it didn't have any pay phone. Time is ticking he thought. He pulled into the lot and popped the trunk of his car.

He hopped out glancing quickly around and went to the back of his car. A plan was forming. Inside the back of the car were several silver cases. The first he opened was full of cash, he trew that aside, not what we was looking for. The second had some plastic explosives, wiring and caps. Maybe, but the set up took a little long. He could end this whole thing if he just has a second gun, why didn't he have a second gun. In the third case, he found a selection of grenades. He took out a couple flash bangs and some high explosives. He thought about smoke, burin a neighborhood, that's like saying, here I am.

Police and then the feather he thought. He closed the trunk and slid back into the seat of the car. He burned in both his body and his mind.

With a little more life, the black car made its way back to the girl's neighborhood.