Author Name: Colum Byron
Title : The Bloodline
Genre: Thriller
Summary: The family secret of a life time
Word count : 5331
Email: columnmn@yahoo.com.au




Josh felt paralysed lying back in bed; merely turning off the T.V was an effort, he was totally and utterly exhausted.

A twelve hour shift in a kitchen would do that; Josh stared at the light hanging from his roof, begging it to turn off. The switch was across the room, and that involved the unbearable task of getting up.

Staring at the light, Josh's mind started to wonder, his thoughts narrowed around a cute waitress. Who only tonight had given him that incredibly sexy wink, then had'�

Wham'� Suddenly like a bolt of lightning, Josh's mind started racing, he felt more alive then ever before. Everything appeared to him in massive detail, nothing seemed impossible. Josh sprung up, eager to do another twelve hours.

Yet as soon as the rush started, it was over and he was left feeling more exhausted then before. That waitress was seriously messing with his mind.

Staring at the light again, too tired to think about what just happened, Josh rolled over begging the burning light to extinguish itself. Watching the light inside his head, imagining himself smashing the bulb...

'�It didn't break, obviously; but something else happened, hanging from its cord, the light moved, swaying. John looked up at the light again, then looked at the window, a breeze was coming in. It'd moved the light. What else could have?

John didn't give it another thought, in fact; he didn't get another thought. The need for sleep completely overwhelming.

*********

The next morning.


Da-dada-macrana.
The ring-tone sounded awesome when he was awake, now penetrating his senses and pulling him out of a blissful sleep. Not so awesome.

Growling at the phone urging it to shut up, Josh fumbled to pick it up, his tired and bloodshot eyes staring at the display, 'dad'

With his thumb over the receive button, he glanced at the clock, it was 8am, he hadn't been asleep three hours. Josh shut his eyes, his body urging him to ignore the phone and roll over and go back to sleep.

However he knew it was something important; for his dad to ring him at 8am.

Rolling back under the covers, with his phone against his ear, Josh croaked, 'Hey'� what's up?'�

'Oh sorry did I wake you?'�

'Yep,'� Josh felt a lump forming at the back of his throat.

'I'll ring back later.'�

'Don't worry I'm awake now,'� Josh repeated 'what's up?'�

'I'm sorry to wake you with this news, but your Nana passed away a few hours ago.'�

'Oh'�'�

******************

ASIO, 'Australian Security Intelligence Organization'

Bailey Kingston sat down at his desk, switching on his computer. The second he was logged onto his computer, a black flagged name flashed up. Somebody had just been recorded as dead. Somebody important.

The file was very highly classified, strange for such an old entry.

As he read the file, Bailey didn't have a clue of what to make of it. It was ancient; the last recorded entry to her file had been made some thirty years ago. Ten years before Bailey even joined ASIO.

Quickly scanning the document, he found the previous agent in charge. A two second search on the computer, and Bailey had the agent phone number.

His booming voice definitely didn't match his age, at eighty-three it still bristled with confidence and surety, 'Hello son, who have I got here?'�

'Hello, I am senior officer Kingston, Homeland Relations head for ASIO. Is this Arthur Anderson?'�

There were few moments pause while the voice digested this, then replied, not so strongly, 'So she's died?'�

'If you're referring to'�'�

'Son there's only one person who'd warrant you calling me'� The voice went even quieter 'I'm surprised I out lasted her.'�

'I'm sorry to say she died this morning, at about 5am. I'm just trying to make some sense of her file, it seems like a joke, but the file is still highly classified.'�

Arthur didn't waste a second, 'Does she have grandchildren?'�

'Eleven on them, yes.'�

'Then I'm afraid to say, you have a very big problem on your hands.'�

*************

A few hours after the funeral.


Whenever the whole family got together, it was usually a very fun affair. It only ever happened once a year, if lucky. Josh hadn't been there last Christmas, working as usual.

Josh couldn't talk for other families, but whenever his were all together; they all somehow got along famously. However this was the first death in the family, nobody was sure of how to act. The tears from the funeral had passed, and they were catching up; it'd been a while.

It was very strange how well they got along, because they were all very different. One was a self proclaimed adrenaline junky, she loved sky diving. Another was a surfer/I.T consultant, another addicted to paint-balling. Three went to university studying very different things, another a hopeful Rally Driver/Delivery guy.

The rest were still in high school.

They all sat around at the wake, laughing about the good times. Trying to avoid mentioning of her last few years; they hadn't been kind, she'd made it to eighty, but was very frail. Constantly needing oxygen.

Before the funeral, they all knew practically nothing about her. During the eulogy they were told about her life, her five children, her time in the army. They were told she had happy life'�

Annie the Adrenaline girl grinned, 'Okay, I'm depressed enough, how about we get into the cocktails.'�

Josh returned the smile, 'Now you're talking.'�

Three out of the group didn't or weren't allowed to drink, but they were always included; Annie's grin spread from ear to ear, 'So big chef, what new cocktails have you got for us this time?'�

Grabbing a bottle of vodka, and spinning it around fancy barman style Josh flicked the bottle into the air, just catching it again, 'Rack 'em up.'�

'Hold on guys.'�

The grandchildren frowned as their parents walked up.

Josh grinned, 'Don't worry we won't give the underage any this time.'� Winking at his little brother in the process.

'I don't care about that,'� Josh's dad replied.

'Since when?'� Josh distinctly remembered being told off for coming home rather tipsy once; then annoyingly woken up very early.

Ignoring the invitation he told them, 'There's something we've got to talk about.'�

Annie shrugged, 'Yeah?'�

They were all thinking along the lines of inheritance, their family wasn't particularly rich, so none had much hope of their Nana being a millionaire in secret. Josh's dad looked around; there were a few people talking, mostly elderly people, 'In private'�

Annie couldn't stop smiling, 'Oh we are in trouble.'�

The grandchildren were ushered to another room. Josh's dad was the oldest, and he spoke up, 'Okay guys, there's some things about our family we haven't told you'�we aren't exactly normal.'�

The Surfer/I.T guy Aaron grinned, 'I knew that, just have a look at Annie.'�

Annie shot him the evil eye, 'I'm dragging you out of a plane one day, just you wait.'�

'Good luck.'�

'Guys I'm tying to be serious,'� Josh's father's face was about as serious as it'd ever been; Aaron and Annie grinned at each other, trying to avoid his eye.

'We've tried to make sure that none of you heard about this until you were all of age, but now it seems we don't have any choice.'�

All the grandchildren were getting the idea this was serious, and quieting down, one of Josh's uncles spoke up, 'Our family is unique, our lineage can be traced back'�'�

The youngest boy nervously asked, 'What's lineage mean?'�

Josh whispered in his ear, 'Our grandparents, parents, parents. Fancy word for family tree'�

'Thanks'�

''�About a thousand years, but this went on long before that. Originally our family was gifted with unnatural abilities, nothing big, some could tell who'd written a letter before they opened it. Simple things like that; well one of our ancestors saw this and was utterly fascinated by it.'�

The looks around the room were all the same, what on earth are you talking about?

'So they tested the abilities, and found that they were very weak, and unpredictable. So one of our ancestors decided to match his daughter with another who possessed the same kind of abilities. A child resulted, who's abilities were more powerful then either of their parents."

Aaron butted in, "Is this some sort of joke, cause I've got to say your timing is..."

Aarons' mum snapped at him, "Do you honestly think we'd joke about something like this at mum's funeral? This is very real, listen!"

Nodding towards his sister, Josh's uncle continued, 'From what we've been told, the next few generations mixed with others who had unnatural abilities'�after the results were discovered, our family became fanatical; totally consumed by it. If they heard rumours of somebody who possessed any forms of ESP, or abnormal reflexes, even extraordinary intelligence. They'd travel across the country, sometimes across the seas to find this person.'�

Annie looked at the other grandchildren, trying to decide wither or not to believe, 'I'm with Aaron, this sounds like a bad joke.'�

Annie's dad looked his daughter directly in the eye and continued, 'This went on for over a thousand years, very possibly more. Over the generations these abilities focused, became more powerful, and more diverse,'� Annie's dad paused for a moment, 'How many of you have been beaten on a test at school?'�

Josh shrugged, 'I was beaten at pretty much most of them.'�

The replies around the room were much the same, Josh's dad continued, 'How many of you have ever been beaten at a test you worked for?'�

Nobody replied, Josh had gotten 13% in maths; because he didn't do a bit of work. However in hospitality, Josh had done some work, and very little study. Yet his overall mark was 95%.

Annie looked her dad in the eye, accusing, 'So you're saying we're a bunch of freaks?'�

He shrugged, 'More or less.'�

Annie grinned, 'Cool'�

Aaron spoke up, 'Hang on a second, I've never been able to tell who's on the other end of a phone before I answered it

'Any abilities you've inherited would have developed much further then that. However none of you have noticed anything because of your Nana; she never told us how, but she managed to stop you all accessing these abilities. She wanted you to grow up without the attention it'd attract, and to create lives without it.

'When you were all of age, she'd have undone whatever she'd done. But now that she's passed away, her hold over all of you has vanished.'�

Josh thought hard, when that rush hit him, it was about the same time Nana died.

Looking directly at his dad, Josh asked, 'What can you do?'�

'Well, as a very annoying fate of luck, theses abilities seem to skip a generation. Apparently has done so for the last two hundred years, it was passed onto you guys.'�

Annie's sister, Tristan looked totally horrified, she asked nervously, 'What sort of abilities?'�

The parent mostly shrugged, 'We don't know for sure, Mum made sure we weren't over exposed, she never really told us. She could sometimes tell something was going to happen before it did.'�

Josh's dad added, 'I saw her mentally catch a knife once, it just hovered an inch from her foot. Then shot straight back into her hand.'�

Tristan seemed to be getting more nervous by the second, 'So if something was wrong, I'd know it before it happened?'�

The parent shrugged, one answered, 'I guess so.'�

'Then something is very wrong!'�

Ding, ding, ding'� They all looked at the door, something cylindrical just flew in. Something bad!

***********

ASIO, 'Homeland Security Room'
An hour earlier'�

Arthur had been flown in via jet, thrilling the old man. He was looking around the building, passing comments on how much the place had changed over the years.

Despite his age ravaged face, Arthur still held himself as somebody important, somebody very sure of himself. He shook hands with Bailey and got straight into important information without the slightest hesitation, 'Son, as I see it, you've got two options. Either kill the lot of them, or recruit the lot of them.'�

'Why?'� Bailey wasn't a rash man; he'd need a very good reason to do this.

'Their grandmother worked for us during the second world war; and her help single handily saved thousands of lives. We sent her into enemy territory, with a list of high level targets, days later she'd exit and they'd all be dead. Some of these targets were surrounded by literally thousands of soldiers, in the most fortified buildings.'�

'Hitler?'� Bailey eyed the old man, he'd heard rumours.

Arthur didn't answer the question, 'That's even classified to you, but a suicide was rather demoralizing'�her extraordinary accomplishments awarded her anonymity; that's all she asked for, to be left alone; which is what we did. She said as long as she was alive none of her children or grandchildren would display any of her abilities.

'We watched her for a while, even watched her kids. But she was honest and none of them showed her abilities. After a while she was forgotten.'�

'So why can't they be left alone?'�

'If they've inherited even the slightest form of her abilities, you've got a big problem, sixteen big problems. She said it skips a generation, but I don't known if I believe her'� Arthur paused for a moment, 'With eleven of them, I don't want to imagine what they could do, it wouldn't be out of the question for them to topple the whole government.

'If they put their mind to it, it wouldn't be out of the question for them to take the entire Australian gold reserve. They might have trouble getting past the computers, but I wouldn't bet on it'�they could easily take senior officials hostage, demand huge ransoms. Create terror and fear throughout the country, even the world.

'Put simply they're too powerful, and I doubt you can handle them. If you're going to take them out, I'd recommend you do it soon, before they discover the extent of their abilities. If it gets out of control, you could have another Taliban on your hands'�

Bailey thought for a moment, they were all together; he might not get a better chance.

Ripping up the phone, he called the SAS counter-terror unit. At anytime, there were eight-six man black ops units in every city throughout Australia. Ready to act on a moments notice, say if terrorists took hold of a building, they could retake the building before the terrorists could fortify themselves.

'Hello Major, this is Bailey Kingston. Mobilize every unit inside Sydney, quickly, fly'�'�

The SAS Major cut in, 'Everyone? Sir I must remind you one unit is sufficient to retake any building!'�

'You heard me, every one of them; I don't care about the SOP.'�

'Has somebody just taken and fortified the Federal Reserve?'�

'Worse.'�

*****

Temporary SAS command post.

'Sir what's going on?'�

'They want us to take a wake.'�

'Forty-eight of us to take a civilian wake, you have to be kidding. Is it a Hussein funeral or something?'�

'I wouldn't have a clue; somebody's obviously going into overkill.'�

The Staff Sergeant told his superior, 'I say we split into four groups, one gets the big task of standing around the choppers, the second secures every street if by some miracle they get out, the third clears the civilians, then takes the targets. The forth gets to wait outside and back us up.'�

The Major nodded, 'Sounds good to me, do it.'�

*******


Ding, ding, ding'� The grenade slammed into the wall. Everybody simply stared at it, some moving to run, but they wouldn't get the chance.

There was no warning; apart from Tristan's. No strange sounds outside, nobody had noticed it getting silent outside, no screams or startled frights. Nothing, simple silence until the grenade rattled to a stop.

Staring at the grenade Josh told himself, now's a good a time as any to test this out.

Picturing the grenade in his mind, Josh focusing purely on the cylinder, he thought briefly about the friends inside the other room. Concentrating so hard it hurt, Josh moved the grenade towards the window.

Tristan's voice penetrated his concentration, 'No the door'�

Josh obeyed without a second thought, with a wave of his hand. The grenade turned into a bullet and shot into the other room. The explosion was instantaneous, but it wasn't the sort any of them expected.

They didn't hear any sort of shrapnel, of see the walls exploding. Instead, from the other room, they felt an incredible rush of hot air, thick hot air. Every window inside the house exploded outwards as the pressure created from the grenade consumed everything inside the room.

'What the hell is going on?'� Aaron shouted.

Annie shouted back, her ears popping from the pressure, 'I didn't pay a parking ticket the other day, I think they might be pissed.'�

The strongest sense of confidence washed over Josh, he instantly felt like nothing was impossible. It was the exact same feeling he'd gotten the moment Nana had died. Bristling with surety he strode purposely towards the door, 'One way to find out.'�

Tristan yelled, 'Wait a minute'�Cam, go with him, there's two soldiers either side of the next room, covering the door, run quick.'�

Josh looked at Cam, the very keen paintballer, who simply nodded in reply, looking just as confident. Josh then looked at the others. All the parents looked frightened, but the grandchildren weren't even sweating.

Josh and Cam ran out the door, at full speed. Exactly as Tristan had said, gunfire lanced out behind them, slamming into the door as they ran past. Josh eyed the soldier in the corner, saw the bullets spewing from his rifle. Concentrating faster then he thought possible Josh mentally ripped away the rifle he was holding.

Risking a glance at Cam, Josh was about to help, but discovered it wasn't needed. Running full speed Cam jumped into the air, Jet Li style, his foot colliding hard into the face of the SAS soldier. Before he fell, Cam grabbed his rifle, spun it towards the other who was going for his side-arm and loosed a three round burst into his chest.

Holding the rifle in mid-air, Josh called it to himself.

Looking around Josh counted at least seven bodies sprawled around. All soldiers wearing body armour, and carrying sophisticated rifles.

Cam told him, 'It's a Heckler and Koch MP-7, Aussie army use it for close quarter battle.'�

Josh's voice was far too calm, 'Why is the Australian Army attacking us?'�

'I think it's SAS actually.'�

'Great'� John replied sarcastically whilst studying the new weapon. "Show me how to use this properly."

******

Crash'�The windows were already blown out, but when three men on ropes flew threw the window, they took out the frames as well. Then landing extremely quickly with their MP-7's pointed ready to shoot.

Only they didn't get a chance. At least two feet shorter then the rest, Brandon, Josh's little brother sprung into action.

Jumping around like Yoda on Speed.

Before the SAS soldier even realised what was happening, Brandon was around his neck. Two seconds later and the huge soldier was thrown to the ground, pinned in a very strong choker hold.

At the other window, Carla, Aaron's sister didn't jump around like a firecracker. Instead she looked the soldier in the eye commanding him, her voice penetrating his very mind, 'Drop the weapon and sit.'�

It was like he didn't have a will of his own, he didn't even think about it, simply dropping the weapon and sitting obediently.

Annie grinned at the third and final soldier, walking calmly toward him, simply raising her arm. The soldier unable to control his own arm, mirrored her action pointing the rifle into the air, Annie asked, like she was speaking to a best friend, 'How many are out there?'�

'Screw you, you bloody freaks,'� he scowled at them all, especially Annie.

Annie opened her hand, the rifle dropped to the ground, then she told him, 'Now that wasn't very nice. Carla if you don't mind.'�

Carla strode up to the soldier, her face very serious, 'How many are out there?'�

His face lost any emotion; he answered obediently, '36 regiment boys.'�

'Are they about to attack again?'�

'Yes, backup will come in any second.'�

'Thank you,'� Carla turned, 'I say we take the fight to them.'�

None of the grandchildren were close to looking afraid, quite the opposite in fact.

Everybody nodded, except the parents, one yelled in her frightened state, 'What the hell are you talking about, you will do no such thing.'�

Carla turned to her mother, 'Mum, don't worry, we'll be fine.'�

'Thirty six SAS, you will not be fine!'� Carla's mum shouted.

Carla eyed her mother, 'We'll be fine!'�

Her face going bright red, 'That never worked for mum on us, and it won't work for you!'�

Tristan turned to her aunty, 'If we don't, they'll storm in here with more lethal force, they were using rubber bullets and concussion grenades. Now they'll throw everything they have at us. We stay we're dead, we waste time we're dead.'�

Their aunty stepped back defeated, Tristan told them, 'When we're gone, people will come in, lie on the floor with you hands pointed up. You'll all be fine,'� then to the rest of the grandchildren 'Lets go.'�

Brandon released his soldier, who passed out from lack of oxygen.

It took mere seconds for them to reach the door, any by that time; they were all carrying rifles of their own, being quickly briefed by Cam on how to use it. It didn't take long before they were checking the rubber bullets; and grabbing the spare clips the soldiers held.

Josh stood in front of the door, 'Ready?'�

Everybody silently nodded their reply, Josh focused on the door, concentrated hard, very hard, his head throbbing uncontrollably. Then imagining a demolition ball brutally slamming into the door...

Boom'�It exploded into a million pieces, slamming out in every direction.

Several SAS men were planting door explosives; they were collected by the door then flung several meters down the road.

The rest of the SAS didn't get time to react, the grandchildren were out and running. Their rifles loosing shot after shot. Every shot was incredibly accurate. Rubber bullets slamming into their targets with uncanny precision; knocking down each of them.

It took two seconds for the forth unit to go down. The grandchildren didn't stop. They ran full burl down the road. Following Tristan who seemed to know where she was going.

They didn't even stop to look at their cars. Instead coming up to a perfect stop a hundred meters from several helicopters, Tristan looked directly at Marty, the part time rally driver, 'Can you?'�

He grinned, 'I think so.'�

Tristan nodded, 'Good, we split up, take the choppers from different sides. Agreed?'�

The confirmation wasn't needed; they split up with military precision. Charging towards their expecting target.

These SAS actually put up more of a fight then the last two units. They were waiting and partially fortified. Also using real bullets, not the rubber ones.

However the grandchildren attacked from several directions. Every single SAS was trained to peak performance. They were fitter then most tri-athletes, and their marksmanship were unrivalled by any other military unit in the world.

However the grandchildren ran like pure lightning, and fought like something possessed. The twelve SAS didn't stand against the eleven grandchildren, with five-foot teenagers running so fast they had to blink. And with their weapons flying into the air, along with the soldiers taking good cover; they went down in quick procession.

Eyeing off a single UH-60A Black Hawk, they crammed into the back. Marty jumping into the pilots chair, Cam jumping into the co-pilots chair.

Looking down at the control, Marty started worrying, "Why am I starting to think this is a very bad idea? Okay, okay, I read about this, middle is the cyclic..."

It took two minutes to get them into the air, Marty seemed very nervous, taking a few minutes to get good control. He over swung a few times, nearly coming down, but once he figured out the controls, he was a natural.

Tristan walked into the cockpit once they were airborne and in full control, Tristan pointed, 'Head in that direction, full speed about for twenty minutes,'� she walked back into the passenger area, 'Josh and Carla get into the cockpit they'll need you shortly.'�

*****

'We've got a missile on our tail. Wait make that two, another three jets have just popped up on our scanners; we're in trouble,'� Cam was almost panicking.

Josh placed his hand on Cam's shoulder, 'Calm down, we'll be fine,'� if somebody felt his heartbeat, they argue to that.

Then charging back into the passenger bay, whilst the two AIM-132 ASRAAM missiles rocketed towards them at over Mach 3. Attaching a harness Josh leaned out the window, looking into the distance. It didn't take long for the missile to appear.

Josh closed his eyes and focused on the missile, focused on it flying towards him. Josh's mind pounded, he tried to lock onto the missile, but it was moving so fast.

He'd catch it for a second then it'd vanish from his head.

Breathing hard, Josh knew the missile would kill the lot of them. It rocketed closer and closer.

Carla voice tried to penetrate his mind, 'Josh concentrate.'�

It didn't work like the soldiers, but Josh somehow got a lock on the missile focused on the solid fuel block'�boom'�then the other missile'�

It wasn't even 10 meters behind, Josh swore, trying to push it off course, but wasn't quick enough as it exploded, shooting deadly shrapnel in their direction.

Somehow at the last second, Marty responded by ripping the cyclic yoke hard to the side, and slamming in the left foot pedal. Sending everybody inside the cabin flying; but also sending the shrapnel shooting past them, incredibly close, but past them.

Brandon pulled his big brother back in, and Carla opened up the intercom switch, her voice commanding the pilots of the jets, 'Return to base immediately.'�

Cam breathed as he watched the jets silently turned around and disappeared from the radar.

*******

Two minutes later and they were hovering over a very large office building. Josh asked, 'What's the plan now?'�

Tristan seemed to be taking the role of the leader with incredible ease, incidentally she was the oldest of the group, 'Level 15, get there find the man in charge. Sort it out.'�

Annie grinned looking down; it was a hundred meter drop to the building. She looked at Aaron and Josh, her smile infectious'�

'�until she grabbed Aaron and Josh both by the shoulders and threw them out the huge door. Watching them fall without any sort of parachute or harness.

'See you in there,'� she jumped out herself, also without anything strapped to her back.

Aaron yelled upwards, 'You're crazy, they had ropes in there.'�

The wind rushing past was too fast for them to hear, if they weren't falling, Josh wouldn't have heard anyway. He was focusing like never before. Trying to ignore the ground rushing towards him.

First he imagined Aaron slowing and stopping on the roof, then pushed against the building slowing himself down, landing much harder then Aaron. Finally Josh looked up at Annie who was screaming, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Josh didn't stop her until the very last second, trying to give her a scare.

It didn't work, the smile didn't leave, 'I knew you'd stop me,'� then looking very proud at Aaron 'Told you I'd throw you out.'�

'What the hell did you do that for, they had ropes!'�

Annie shrugged, 'Yeah, but then they'd shoot us.'�

'Who?'�

Several guard came rushing around them, yelling at the top of their voices, Annie grinned, 'Them.'�

Not waiting a second later, the three sprung into action. Josh mentally threw three across the roof, sending the weapons towards the ground. Annie made one soldier knock out another, before punching himself. The soldier laughing like crazy the whole time.

Aaron used his Mp-7 and took out remaining two guards, with the slightest ease.

Looking over the edge of the building, they saw the Black Hawk passing narrowly between the buildings; with less then a meter clearance on each side.

The three on the roof walked purposely towards the roof access door; it was locked shut by an electronic keypad. Aaron the surfer/I.T guy stared at the electronic keypad, 'Maybe I could'�'� He touched the keypad then looked at Josh, 'Rip it out of the socket.'�

The whole keypad came flying out, attached to the wires inside, Aaron grabbed a single wire, and seconds later the door flew open, to reveal a building in lockdown mode.

Every door was electronically locked, needing a voice code to open.

They made it to level fifteen with ease then burst into the Homeland Security room, revealing several very scared people. Two stood out, Arthur Anderson and Bailey Kingston.

Josh walked directly towards the two, whilst mentally holding two guards against the wall, several feet from the ground, 'I had a feeling you wanted to see us.'�

The older of the men stood amazed, not frightened, 'Very impressive, just for the record, we were trying to take you alive, hense the rubber bullets'�

Josh shrugged, "If you sent chopper for us and asked nicely, would have been much easier."

Seconds later nine other people strode into the room, following a soldier who seemed in a trance.

Ignoring everything and everybody else Tristan walked directly towards Bailey, her voice full of authority, 'So what happens now?'�

*****

Two years later
Pakistan, Al Qaeda controlled mine


Intelligence was good, very good. The eleven highly trained and lethal soldiers strode into the mine. Not a word was said, nothing needed to be said.

Osama Bin Laden was inside, not for much longer though.

Two terrorists came charging at them, plastic explosives strapped to their chests, they caught one look at the invading forces seconds before they exploded meters away.

The faces they knew, and the faces they were terrified of.

Another five terrorist charged out, their AK's ringing out, spewing bullets wildly.

Only the bullets didn't reach their destination. Over a hundred rounds stopping mid-air a meter from their very unconcerned targets.

The five terrorists turned their rifles on each other blast each other to pieces.

The whole mine was booby trapped to take any invaders to hell, but the terrorists seemed to be running into their own traps.

Less then a minute later, the eleven were inside what looked like a control booth. One of the eleven pointed at a rock, which glided away from the wall to reveal a hiding place, hiding a very scared old man.

Osama Bin Laden.

The oldest of the group strode up to him, eyeing the old man with a look of pure disgust, 'So you're our distant relative?'�

OBL scowled, his voice heavily accented, 'To my utter disgust,'� his scowl turning to pure evil as he saw nearly twenty men charge in, 'Meet my children.'�

An unnatural power picked the oldest off the ground and threw her towards the wall. Suddenly rocks and stones were mentally ripped off the wall and thrown directly towards the invading force.

The stones stopped an inch from their targets, shaking in an mental standoff.

Several blurred images charged at each other, ducking, jumping and diving around basketball sized rocks wildly chasing and trying to hit them. As the two forces eyed each other, one thing was sure.

The Fight was ON!


The End!

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