"KHONSU! Where the hell are we?!" I'm working on that. It's not necessary you shou-
"How can you not know?! You got us here, dammit!" It's a long story; you don't have to say things aloud either. FINE! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO HERE?! Never mind, that's worse. Look, just grab on to the bottom rung of the ladder behind your head and get climbing. We're under attack by several officers of the law and if they find us here we're dead. As Andy heaved herself upward, she realized her arms were stronger than before, knotted with alien muscles, and that the black fluid was oil of some sort. Khonsu, are we in a refinery? Also, how long have you been in control? Yes, fool, we are in a refinery and I shall detail my adventures up to this point some other time, but I don't know what year it was when I took over and the time taken up is unimportant anyway. It was 2006; what do you mean it is not important? A helicopter could be distinctly heard somewhere outside, Andy, running toward a second floor window, wondered what Khonsu had done to attract this much attention. How long, Khonsu? 2006? Really? Time flies, doesn't it, now? But what's 3 years, really? What?! It's unimportant because you haven't aged a bit. You got the same deal the rest of our minions received all those years ago, only they considered it an honor. I am still almost 14? Yes, imbecile. You can only age while you have control. Eventually you will lose control entirely, as I'm gradually taking a tighter hold of your mind. You've said something like that before. Outside SWAT officers gave and received orders from sonorous radios, as searchlights poured white light in the windows. Yes, I mentioned that as I assume control to greater and greater extent, I shall be able to activate more and more of my magical powers you don't know how to use. That is perfect. We need to fly. We can't reveal that we have those capabilities, but I'll grant you they're not expecting it. I am still covered in oil, right? Just avoid the lights and they will not be able to see me. See the window across from us? Yeah? Give it three seconds and the helicopter will pass to the other side and I'll have flight online. Run. Andy sprinted at an unexpected speed, hurling herself off the guardrail and across the gap where the second floor overlooked the first, grabbing the opposite guardrail at the base and scrambling up the fence structure, glanced to see the helicopter had gone. She then crouched on the rail and bounced off by extending both legs to full length in under a second after leaning perilously forward. Upon collision, the window instantly gave way and Andy continued out of it, propelled with surprising force into the wall of the adjacent building. Flight is good to go. She levitated upward, slowly at first, soon grabbing the roof of said building and slipping on top. The voice of a senior officer rang out over a megaphone.
"Attention prisoner and public enemy Andromeda Popolos. We now have this facility surrounded. Drop your weapons and come out slowly or we are going to use explosive entry. As we understand, you were denied a trial by a certain Chicago special agent and we are willing to hold a hearing. If you refuse to surrender, you will die." We have to move. They'll search the surrounding area shortly. Get behind the air conditioning output. Without question, Andy quickly maneuvered behind the unit and crouched. In seconds, a huge circle of white light made its way from her right to left. There's only one direction to go. Summoning the same feeling of flight before, one of her blood racing uncommonly through her body and manufacturing the same feeling of pressure on her heart, Andy took off vertically, turning her head down for all the pain on her eyes, she surpassed the helicopter and at Khonsu's order, turned 90 degrees and sped off to the south. We've got to get some goggles. It is not possible to look straight ahead. Put up with it, princess. We'll get there. Andy soared over a coast dotted with islands of varying size, only to be interrupted by a gunshot. What sort of gun was that?! Have they found us? No, it's just duck season. Plummet into the water; we're looking at a submarine boarding on a ship. I believe you're familiar with the idea. What are we trying to find? Surely we do not want a fishing boat. Aquatic trade is carried out on a gargantuan scale. Neither of us know how to use a cargo ship, and it's unlikely we can reference Omicron dash niner niner for permission to enter Elizabeth City. I thought we were going to Durham. We are, unintelligent one, but it's not on the coast. Elizabeth City is an accessible port, not as in the way as some, and we can drive to Durham from there. Alright, Khonsu, you have had me waiting long enough. Just what the hell is in Durham? Andy could hear the distant roar of a passing boat, and from his next words, Khonsu had clearly heard it too. Shut up. I hear a seaworthy vessel. It's directly behind us. Turn 50 degrees and swim underwater. You'll be able to catch the bottom. Andy immediately set to what she was told to do. And then what? It should really be obvious by now. She grabbed on to one of the motors, careful of the prop, and slung her legs on top of it. The white walls of the expensive looking boat felt unexpectedly thin as she scaled them. Andy observed portholes barely above water levels that seemed significantly stronger. It's not like they're expecting a siege. Unable to open the windows, she continued to climb. Why can we not simply fly to Elizabeth City? No one would see us. Keep climbing, fool. If we arrived at a port with no ship, we'd look insane. There's no good way of landing in North Carolina without being seen. Having reached deck level, Andy looked around, spying only one figure, a black woman sitting on a deck seat facing the other way. Moving her head back down, Andy resisted the urge to yawn. It seems pretty late. The sky has been dark for the past hour, she could be on some sort of watch while the rest sleep. That's about the size of it. I've no idea what these people are doing in the Gulf of Mexico, but they're not American tourists. What? How can you tell? There's a small flag under a map on the table. From its outstanding edge, I can see that the top stripe is red, the middle a certain yellow, and the bottom green. I'm willing to bet there's a black star in the middle. That's been the flag of Ghana since the 50's, and if it ever changed , I didn't notice. These people are native Africans? Yes, yes, they're from my neck of the woods and all that. The Ghana Empire was a powerful, organized, system that was prime in selling slaves to the United States and West Indies. Chances are, these fine folk are still at it. I wouldn't interrupt, so let's look for another boat. You expect me not to report this? Yes, it's impossible for you to call the officers of the law anyway. Their conversation was suddenly interrupted; as the woman from before was now looking down at Andy.
"It seems we have stowaway. Kill her now?" The question was directed at an older man walking forward from below deck. He wore an Italian cut black suit and a scabbard. Many African nations have English without complex rules as the native language. Not now, Khonsu. The more you know…
