CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
About a Week Ago
Dr. Fitzsimons stood in front of them all with his white labcoat on and a bullet-proof vest underneath it. Accompanied with a pistol on his hip, an Uzi in his hands, and the fifty soldiers backing him up, Dr. Fitzsimons thought he had the upper hand.
This was Jack's chance to make him pay for everything that happened over in Afghanistan. The first thing he needed to do was get his family out of the way of danger. Jack stepped back as the troops in SWAT gear surrounded them, yelling, "Get down!" and throwing smoke grenades and tear gas. Jack took two deep breaths of fresh air amongst the encroaching smoke. Within the smoke there were three flashes of light. When the smoke settled there was only Dr. Randolph squirming on the floor, choking and covering his mouth.
Another flash and one of the soldiers screamed. He was out of position and missing altogether. The rest of the battalion began to notice how dark it was getting. The smoke was nearly gone, but the tense Oklahoma air remained. One of the soldiers opened fire as the man next to him was taken away into the shadow. Every other soldier in the circle began scattering gunshots across the field. Jack then teleported in the middle of the circle of troops in front of his parents house. He stood in the battle-forged suburban street as DarkFlood.
DarkFlood remained in the middle of the lawn just long enough for the circle of soldiers to open fire. The bullets just missed Jack, and kept going, picking off the shooters across from each other. Numbers dwindled from the fifty and now DarkFlood could take them head on.
He jumped in between them and headbutted the first one. Catching the fist of another and ducking a punch from behind, he held both hands and launched them into the air. The next three topple on top of him and DarkFlood vanished only to reappear above them. He cracked their skulls on the floor and spun around to grapple with the next wave of soldiers.
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"ENOUGH!" Fitzsimons screamed. He took his glasses off. As he did so, closes his eyes, only to re-open them and reveal blazon white irises. The Storm Harvester still possessed him.
Jack lost balance in his scuffle with the soldiers and took a blow to the gut, along with a couple of jabs to the face. As he struggled, Dr. Fitzsimons screamed again, this time whipping out two lightning bolts from his wrists. The bolts came down hard on both sides of Jack, killing the troops caught in the current.
DarkFlood stood tall but then teleported away. Only that was what Fitzsimons thought. He had actually put his camouflage on, turning himself practically invisible. DarkFlood got around Fitzsimons and tried to grab his neck when upon touching the mad scientist's skin Jack was electrocuted. He was blasted back to the ground and DarkFlood laid over on his side, unconscious.
"This time, no one is going to save you, Dresden!"
Fitzsimons put his foot on Philip to roll him over on his back. He looked around for Randolph. He was gone, no longer squirming on the ground, nor guarding his friend from a distance, just flat out gone.
Fitzsimons laughed. "It told me to be patient. It said this day would come. The day when you would return home Philip Dresden and now here you are at my mercy once again."
"Where..." Jack went on in a mustered mutter, "Where is she?"
Fitzsimons charged his hand up once again and prepared to finish Philip off, "I'm about to reunite you with her."
Dr. Randolph drove the car up onto the lawn and hit Dr. Fitzsimons, breaking his body. He picked up the fallen DarkFlood, carried him into the back seat, threw his foot on the gas pedal and made a break for it. He kept checking the rear-view mirror to see Jack wake up. What he did see was Dr. Fitzsimons get back up off the ground. His body was so broken it looked like it was falling off the Storm Harvester's pure form.