Stone Soldiers 1: Mythical (10 page)

Mark swallowed his ice snack. “Now what?”

Fire and Ice had failed Femagick. It was time to get her hands dirty. She held the cane high, over her head. Femagick then jumped into the air, at least fifteen feet, straight up. She twirled and somersaulted, arcing around and landing with gymnastic precision directly in front of Mark.

Mark was just opening his mouth for another sarcastic remark when Femagick swung her cane with all her might- striking him in the jaw.

Green light flashed from the impact as Mark was staggered a bit to the side and his head turned by the blow.

He had felt that blow. He straightened, facing the witch and again opening his mouth to speak. Again, Femagick struck him- this time on the other side of his face.

Mark reached up and felt at the corner of his mouth. When he pulled his hand away, there was a trickle of blood. It quickly absorbed into the skin of his fingertips and vanished.

Femagick stood almost toe-to-toe with Mark, glaring at him- mentally daring him to speak anything but words of surrender.

“I'm normally against hitting a woman,” Mark said. “But I'm really reconsid-”

Femagick lunged forward, swinging her foot up and directly into Mark’s groin with all the mystic force she could muster. Again, green light flared as Mark’s inherent ability to negate magic encountered Femagick’s self-enchantment of super-human strength.

The impact of the kick caused Mark to grunt out. Behind him, in the truck, Josie winced at the terrific impact.

Mark resisted the urge to double over. Instead, he backhanded Femagick.

The blow sounded like a boxer striking a side of beef. Femagick went flying backwards with terrific force. But instead of smashing into the cars on the other side of the lane, Femagick again twisted and turned- grabbing at the ground and ending up in a gentle cartwheel that brought her back to her feet.

Mark held his hands up, and started walking toward Femagick.

“I really don't want to hit a girl...” he said.

Femagick almost growled in anger as she charged forward. She reared back with both hands on her magical cane, ready to bash Mark’s head in with the large, mystical ruby. When she got within range, Femagick brought the blow down with all her force, physical and mystical.

Mark caught the cane with his left hand. His hand began to glow green where he held the cane. With a quick tug, he pulled the cane free from Femagick’s grip. He then stepped back and held the cane high, up over his head.

Femagick also stepped back, shock and disbelief on her face. She had to look at her empty hands then at the cane Mark held over her head. It was inconceivable.

“You can have this back when you start behaving better,” Mark said. His patience was just about exhausted.

Femagick had never in her entire life even been half as mad as she was now. Decades of study of the mystic arts were forgotten and a primal scream welled up in her lungs. Her vision swirled as her blood pressure reached dangerous levels.

Femagick raised her hands and charged forward, intent on scratching Mark’s eyes out with her long nails.

Mark snapped out a light jab with his right fist, connecting with Femagick’s face. It jerked her head back, and stopped her charge with a flare of green light. She staggered backwards several steps then fell onto her butt in an undignified sprawl on the pavement. Blood began to trickle out of her nose.

Mark lowered the cane in his left hand, transferring his grip so he held it by either end. Then he slammed it down over a raised knee, cracking it in half. With the slightest of throws, he sent the two pieces vanishing in opposite directions.

Mark stormed over to Femagick, who was dabbing at the blood trickling out of both nostrils.

“Lady, you are a royal pain in the ass,” Mark said.

He roughly grabbed the still-stunned sorceress by the collar of her expensive leather jacket. Then he began dragging her across the parking lot, toward the three teargassed agents.
             

Agent Bennett, after he had recovered from the teargas, had checked on his unconscious comrades, then sat down to watch Femagick finish off the target. He had sat there, slack jawed, holding his shattered hand when Mark dropped Femagick to the pavement with a light jab.

Bennett became alarmed when he saw Mark dragging Femagick over toward him. He held up his good hand, as if to shield himself.

Femagick began to kick and punch, trying to free herself from Mark’s grip as she came back to her senses. She struggled as she was being dragged across the pavement, but her arms were caught in the leather jacket and she couldn’t squirm free.

“I surrender!” Bennett said hastily.

Mark held out his left hand, open. “Give me your ‘cuffs.”

Bennett shook his head affirmatively and scrambled to get his two pair of handcuffs from the pouches on his belt. He nearly jumped to his feet, then handed them over.

Mark picked Femagick up with his right hand and slung her around, onto her feet, facing Bennett, then pushed her right into the FBI agent. Her incoherent ramblings, possibly in Latin, gave way to heated protest as the two ended up face-to-face.

“You can't treat me this way! I am-” Femagick started to say.

Mark grabbed a wrist and put a pair of handcuffs on her. Then he looped her arm around Bennett and cuffed Femagick’s wrist to her other wrist- locking her in a hug with the injured agent.

“You disgusting, man!” Femagick began.

Mark ignored her and grabbed Bennett’s wrists, similarly locking his arms around Femagick. Bennett thought he was going to pass out from the pain as his crushed hand was jostled around.

“How dare you treat me like this!” Femagick sputtered, turning her head, so she was cheek to cheek with Bennett but still able to hurl insults and saliva at Mark.

“You're lucky I don't put you over my knee,” Mark said. Then he walked away.

“Over your-?! You arrogant bastard!” Femagick yelled. Her spittle went all over Bennett’s face. She jostled and shuffled her feet, forcing him to turn in place so she could aim further insult at Mark as he walked away.

“I am Femagick!” she screamed. “How dare you address me like that, you- you,
caveman
!”

Mark held up a hand and waved goodbye.

Femagick continued to yell insults, but Mark had stopped listening. He walked up to the side of Jimmy’s truck and got in on the driver’s side. Josie handed him the keys. Mark closed the driver’s door and started the engine.

Josie reached into the shopping bag and got out another polo shirt from the mall. It was a dark blue one.

“You and shirts don't seem to get along,” she said, handing Mark the shirt.

He laid the shirt over his lap, put the truck in reverse and began backing out of the space.

“Believe in magic now?” Mark asked Josie.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

At Detachment 1039's Command Center, Major Campbell felt like he was getting an ulcer.

The FBI was having a fit. Their best capture team was down with multiple injuries. Their contract sorceress Femagick was screaming lawsuit and threatening to go to the media. The FBI’s telepath was in a coma.

And Colonel Kenslir was still out there.

Now, Campbell was getting yelled at on the phone by his superiors.

“He has amnesia,” Campbell explained to the General on the other end. The very unhappy General that had co-opted the FBI’s capture team and now had to answer to some Senators on the Oversight Committee.

“No, we don’t know why,” Campbell admitted. It made no sense. Kenslir was supposed to be able to recover from any wound. He’d had whole limbs blown off before. How could he possibly have amnesia?

Campbell was given a long lecture on the cost of the current debacle. Not just in FBI manpower, but in making sure the media didn’t become aware of the situation.

“I told you we couldn't stop him,” Campbell said in frustration. He regretted it the moment it escaped his lips.

Major Campbell had to move the phone away from his ear at this point. He regretted the privilege to speak freely his former commander had granted him. It had gotten him into a bad habit that might just land him in the stockade if this situation didn’t get turned around fast.

The General on the other end finally eased off on his tirade. Then he said something scarier- there was a debate going on about whether or not to use lethal force to stop Kenslir. The problem was, no one could come up with a lethal force that didn’t also involve the chance of killing the teenagers he was now traveling with.

“My recommendation is that we follow him- at a safe distance- and see what happens,” Campbell said.

The General didn’t find that a helpful suggestion. He began yelling again.

“Yes- I know our Target is still out there. I have the ghost walkers scouring the region,” Campbell finally said when it was his turn to talk again.

He had caught a lot of flack for that earlier as well. SOCOM’s Command Center had just about sent armed men over to lock him up when he cut off their ghost walker support. It was only when he mentioned the name of the General now screaming at him that SOCOM had backed off.

“Yes, I'm aware of that,” Campbell said. The General had just reminded him of the importance of the original mission. The mission Kenslir had failed to complete.

“Is that wise? Given what little we know of the Target? Can't we call off the trip?” Campbell asked.

The General reminded Campbell that Majors, even those at the 1039
th,
didn’t make decisions like that, or question them. They supported decisions and were expected to produce results. Or they would be replaced.

“Yes, sir,” Campbell said. He knew now it was only a matter of time before he got fired, arrested or both.

Major Campbell hung up the phone and reached for some antacids. He’d stocked up on them, putting several rolls in his pockets when this had all gone south. Major Campbell popped three antacid tablets in his mouth and crunched on them, before turning to an Airman seated nearby.

“Get me patched into that truck, pronto!” Campbell barked at the Airman.

***

Jimmy was driving through the desert in his truck once more. Josie was seated beside him, wearing a bright sundress. She was laughing at something funny he’d just said.

He couldn’t remember what.

They were driving on a long highway, speeding toward Arizona. They had to get there quick.

And this suit was really itchy.

Suit?

Jimmy glanced down, and realized he was wearing a black suit, white shirt and tie. Which was odd, considering he had never owned a suit.

When he looked back up at the road, Jimmy realized he wasn’t looking across the hood of his truck anymore. It was the hood of some sedan. He was driving a four door.

Jimmy turned to Josie to ask what was going on.

Josie was no longer wearing her sundress. She was now wearing a suit just like Jimmy’s. And dark sunglasses. She had her hair cut short, and pinned up. Instead of a tie, she wore a loose, white silk blouse.

Josie was saying something. Something about Mark Kenslir. About recovering him.

“I don’t care how strong they say this guy is,” Josie remarked. “We can take him down just like any other. What I want to know is why the military wants him so bad.”

Jimmy shook his head. This didn’t make any sense.

Now Josie was wearing a bikini. And her hair was once again long. She smelled like flowers.

Josie smiled at Jimmy, and leaned back in her seat. She seemed very relaxed.

Jimmy noticed there were hands on her shoulders. Massaging her neck and shoulders. Large, tanned hands.

Jimmy turned his head and saw Mark sitting in the back seat. He was once again shirtless.

“Hey, sport,” Mark said, reaching down and picking up a bottle of suntan lotion.

Jimmy realized he was standing on sand. They were all on a beach. Josie was sitting on a blanket while Mark rubbed lotion on her back.

“Jimmy,” Josie said. “Jimmy? Are you alright?”

Jimmy didn’t know what to think. He was no longer in the black suit. He was wearing baggy swim trunks. His skin was sunburned and he was even skinnier than he remembered.

The sunburn seemed to be increasing in intensity. Smoke was coming off Jimmy’s arms and legs. The smoke burned his nostrils and made him cough. Jimmy started to panic and tried to put the smoke out by slapping at his arms and legs.

“Jimmy,” Josie said.

Jimmy suddenly looked back up. Josie was pointing a pistol at him.

“I’m not your girl, Jimmy,” Josie said. Then she shot him.

***

Jimmy awoke with a start. His eyes, throat and nose were burning. He sat up suddenly, wondering where he was.

“Jimmy?” Josie’s voice calmed Jimmy. He finally realized where he was.

Jimmy was on the back seat of his truck. He’d been laying down, his head in Josie’s lap. Mark, now wearing a dark blue shirt, was driving in the front seat.

“He awake?” Mark asked from the front seat. He kept his eyes on the road, glancing up to the rearview mirror occasionally.

“Yeah,” Jimmy croaked. His throat hurt really bad. Did stunguns do that to you?

Josie reached around Jimmy and handed him a bottle of water.

“Just relax, Jimmy,” she said, pulling him back.

Jimmy leaned back against Josie and drank the water.

“Where are we? What happened?” Jimmy asked between drinks.

“We had some complications after we left the mall,” Mark said. “You feeling alright?

“I can't believe you stunned me!” Jimmy blurted out. As the burning in his throat died out, he realized he had a massive headache.

“Would you have rather I let that brain jockey keep riding you?” Mark asked. He again glanced into the rearview mirror as he talked to Jimmy and Josie.

Outside the truck it was night. They were on a highway.

“No. But, man, that hurt!” Jimmy said. He was fully awake now. He remembered the whole terrible ordeal. The telepath taking him over and trying to convince Colonel Kenslir to return to base. The telepath telling them Josie was his girl.

Jimmy felt embarrassed suddenly. Then angry. That was not how he wanted Josie to find out how he felt about her.

“Trust me, he'll feel it a lot longer than you,” Mark said. “He should be out of commission for a couple of days.”

Good,
Jimmy thought. He didn’t think he was going to be able to look Josie in the eye for days. Especially since she’d made it so clear how she felt. God, he was such an idiot.

“I can't believe the government has a telepath- and a sorceress,” Josie said. “Those guys were Feds, right?”

Sorceress?
Jimmy thought.
What did I miss?

“They weren't suit salesmen,” Mark said.

“So why didn't you just go with them?” Jimmy asked. He’d been wondering that the whole time the telepath was controlling him like a puppet.

“Because I don't know if I can trust them.”

“Because you can't remember everything?” Josie asked.

“No, because I remember the important parts.” Mark waited a moment, then spoke again. “This is your chance to go home- but I'll need to keep your truck for awhile, if you don't mind.”

“Why aren't they coming after us?” Josie asked. She eased Jimmy back down into her lap and started rubbing his temples.

Jimmy closed his eyes. He was embarrassed to look at her. But also a little confused. What was going on here? Why was she being so nice?

“They're tracking us from orbit. Or maybe with a ghost walker.”

“Ghost walker?” Jimmy asked, keeping his eyes closed.

“Astral Projection is the technical term,” Mark said. “Couple that with a telepathic handler and you have a spy that can circle the globe and relay real-time information.”

Jimmy panicked at the mention of a telepath. He sat up suddenly and began looking out the windows. Josie did the same thing. They could see nothing but darkness surrounding the truck.

“You can't see them,” Mark said. “Not unless you've got a touch of clairvoyance yourself.”

Jimmy didn’t know what clairvoyance was, but he relaxed a little. He was ready to lay back down in Josie’s lap, but she was leaning forward, her arms on the back of the seat, listening to Mark.

“Why didn't they just take your mind over? Why'd they have to give me the headache?” Jimmy asked.

“I'm immune to telepathy.”

“How convenient,” Jimmy responded. “Anything you can't do?”

“So now what, Mark?” Josie asked.

“Well, I remember my mission. Mostly,” Mark said. Something about the way he said it worried Jimmy.

“And who killed you?” Josie asked.

“That too. Sort of.

“But I don't think you want to know.”

Okay, now Jimmy was really worried. That definitely didn’t sound good. If he ever saw Carlos again, he was going to kick him right in the butt for talking Josie into that motocross trip to the desert.

“Oh, c’mon! We're fugitives now!” Josie said. “You've got to tell us!”

Fugitives? Jimmy panicked. It wasn’t bad enough he’d been taken over by a telepath, tasered and his deepest, most secret feelings about Josie revealed. Now he was a fugitive as well? How was he going to explain this to his parents?

“That guy on the phone made it sound like we'd disappear if we knew too much,” Jimmy said. He had suddenly realized that there were worse things than merely being on the run.

“Jimmy!” Josie said.

“Hey, I watch TV, I read the blogs- I know what happens when you cross the men in black...”

Mark interrupted. “No one's going to disappear you kids.”

“How can you be so sure? “ Josie asked.

“Because I'm that Campbell guy's boss. Amnesia or not, I'm in charge.”

“Wha-?” Jimmy asked. This was making no sense.

“I'll keep it simple for you. My team and I were hunting a shapeshifter.”

Jimmy immediately was struck by the whole
team
thing. He pictured multiple Marks. All flexing and posturing and distracting Josie.

“Shapeshifter?” Josie asked.

“Team? What team?” Jimmy asked.

Mark had decided. It was time to tell these kids what was going on.

“I started hunting parahuman threats, for the military, back in the 50s, fresh out of West Point,” he started. “I've worked with other parahumans over the years.

“A couple of weeks ago, my team and I tracked a shapeshifter here to Arizona.”

“Here?” Josie asked. “What's it doing here? Where'd it come from?”

“We don't know where it came from. We think- thought- it was in Arizona to assume the Vice President's identity. We tracked it to a hotel in the desert. Not too far from where you found me.”

“How would it take over the Vice President’s identity?” Jimmy asked.

“It rips the hearts out of living subjects and consumes them, then takes their form.”

“That's disgusting!” Jimmy said.

“It tried to eat your heart?” Josie asked, remembering the stone heart in the desert.

“Yes. After my team and I failed to stop it.”

“What happened?” Josie asked.

“First it killed my men, then it killed me.”