Things are going to get pretty intense… fasten your seat belts ;)

"Don't bump the walls, and don't you dare drop anything." Nimrod shouted back as Iblis and Rudyard struggled with everyone's luggage. John heard both of them mutter a few curses and names that sent shivers up his back.

"Shouldn't we be more careful with them?" He asked "After all they are Ifrit… The most evil Ifrit." John glanced back again. Nimrod just snickered

"Oh no need to worry John. Not when I have the Blue Djinn on speed dial." He just snickered again and stopped.

"Here we are, rooms A-34, A-35, and A-36" He then turned and commanded Iblis and Rudyard "Make sure all of the luggage gets in the right rooms! No mistakes! Now go on get to it." He then placed the three keys on top of the suit cases and bags and waved his hand toward the doors. Buck then stepped up and announced he was hungry.

"There is an all you can eat buffet!" He said triumphantly "And after being on that airplane I am starving!" He walked toward an elevator and pressed the button over and over .

"You three go on ahead, I'm going to try to get a hold of Groanin. I'm starting to worry about him." Nimrod said pulling out a cell phone.

Buck shrugged "Suit yourself." Nimrod walked away and Buck continued pressing the elevator button

"So you two coming?" He asked.

"Of course!" John exclaimed "I'm starving." He strode over to the elevator door. Philippa marched over to Buck's side as the elevator binged and slid open. Two men in black suits were inside. They smiled at the three of them.

"Going down?" One asked in an Aussie accent. They both nodded as they stepped in.

"Very good." The other man said. The door binged and slid shut. The two men were suddenly speaking in another language to each other.

"Wait!" Philippa whispered to Buck and John. "They both had Australian accents. Why are they speaking…?" Suddenly a hand flew across her mouth.

"Hey!" John shouted before the other man's hand was across his. He then suddenly found himself being held at gun point.

"Well done Malcom, Christopher." Buck nodded at the two men smiling.

"No problem master Dybbuk." The one, apparently named Malcom replied. Philippa gasped as Dybbuk laughed at her surprise.

"Surprised to see me love?" He chuckled wickedly as Philippa shouted some incoherent insult beneath Malcom's hand.

"Aww I'm glad to see you to John! Don't look so left out." John lunged toward Dybbuk but Christopher held him back, and shoved the gun's nozzle in his ear.

"Careful Christopher, don't want to hurt my old friend. At least, not at this very moment. The elevator was starting to stop. Dybbuk pulled a small glass bottle out of his pocket.

"Well looks like this reunion is going to be a short one." He yanked out some of John's and Philippa's hair, and they both felt them self's transubstantiating. (hope I spelled that right.). They both heard Dybbuk's laughter getting more and more distant.

"You jerk!" John Shouted as he felt himself being sucked down into the bottle. And suddenly everything went blank.

"There, all of the stupid luggage is in its stupid rooms!" Rudyard shouted down to Nimrod from a balcony.

"Good! You're free until I say so! And if either of you even sneeze funny, you'll be on the next rocket to Venus faster than a hummingbird's wing beat! Do I make myself clear?"

"Achoo!" Iblis shouted down and turned and walked into the room, Rudyard trailing close behind. Nimrod shook his head and tried calling Groanin for the 6th time. When no one answered he flipped his phone shut and looked at it with a worried expression.

"I do hope he's alright." He muttered to himself and turned to go join Philippa and John at the buffet. He stepped into the lobby and looked around. Suddenly he saw Buck.

"Buck my lad!" He walked up to him. Buck looked strange for a moment the smiled.

"Hey Nimrod. I'm just uh… just on the way to the uh… the loo, isn't it? That is what the Australians call the bathroom right?" He patted Nimrod's shoulder. "Any way I think John and Philippa went back up to the room. They said they forgot something." He started backing away "I'll meet you at the table we reserved, I'll be a moment though!" He rushed away. Nimrod scratched his head

"That's odd." But he just let it slide and headed up to the rooms. Once in the elevator he tried calling Groanin again. Still no answer. He growled in frustration and stepped out of the elevator. He walked up to room A-35 and knocked.

"John? Philippa?" He called out. When no one answered he tried knocking again. Iblis walked out.

"What are you doing?" He asked clearly annoyed. Nimrod just continued knocking.

"Did John and Philippa come up here?" He asked giving up with the knocking.

"No. I thought they were down stairs stuffing their horrid little faces." Iblis replied. Nimrod just shook his head.

"Give me the key to the room." Iblis shoved the key into Nimrod's hand, and Nimrod opened the door. It was all empty, except for luggage bags. Nimrod quickly walked inside and looked around. Seeing none of his niece or nephew he sighed and stepped out onto the balcony. Then someone caught his sight.

"Buck?" He steeped closer to the ledge, and saw Buck getting in a black car with two other men in black suits.

"Hey! Why is he getting in that car with two Shaitan?" Iblis stepped up beside him and tilted his head. Nimrod jumped.

"You know those two?" He asked suddenly getting a bad feeling in his stomach.

"Sure. I taught them a lesson for trashing one of my casinos. They thought it would be funny. Ha! I showed them funny. I remember that one's face is still somewhat scared on the side." He chuckled cruelly.

"Buck! What are you doing?" Nimrod yelled down. He just saw him look up, smirk, and shake a little glass bottle and yell back. Come and get them!" He then got in the car.

"Oh no!" Nimrod turned. "Iblis go get the car now!" He rushed out of the room and ran for the stairs.

"Hey what's u… ooooofff." He took Rudyard by the back of the jacket and pulled him along.

"Hey, hey get your hands off my Jerkrod." He tried to pull himself free, but Nimrod was stronger thanks to the adrenaline.

"At least let me walk down the stairs myself! O wow hey!" Nimrod let go of Rudyard and flew down the stairs.

"Dad what's going on." Nimrod heard Rudyard ask, as Iblis tried to keep up.

"We're going to chase to people who owe me a new casino." He said now dragging Rudyard along himself

"OW HEY. Stop it."

Once they got to the car they speed out of the parking lot.

" Should I worry about the speed limit, or are you cool with speeding." Iblis asked passing car after car." Nimrod just clenched the seat.

"I'm sure you've done this before, just… don't crash." He made a small gasp as the quickly passed a small car. It honked at them angrily. Nimrod clenched the seat tighter. This was much worse than a whirlwind he ever rode. He then saw the car Buck… or Dybbuk got in.

"That's the car there right?" Nimrod pointed to the black Mercedes.

"Gottcha!" Iblis quickly cut a mini-van off and got right behind Dybbuk's car. He slowed down to stay behind them. Nimrod could see one of the men turn and look at them.

"Uhhh… maybe we should have been more conspicuous about following them." He loosened his grip on the seat.

"Well to late fo… WAAA." A gunshot sounded on the road. One of the black suit men was shooting at them from an window. Iblis grinned wickedly.

"So that's how ya want to play eh?" He quickly changed lanes as the man shot at them again.

"By George!" Nimrod gripped his seat again. He watched as many cars were no franticly pulling over. The road was now clear. Then Nimrod saw as the man reloaded and aimed at Iblis.

"You might want to…." Suddenly he felt himself glued to the seat as Iblis sped the car forwar as the man shot. He felt something hit the bumper.

"Rudyard if you would please…" Iblis snaped his finger s at his son.

"Already on it." Nimrod turned and found Rudyard with an atomatic pointed out the window.

"Is that really necessary? I mean I know…" Nimrod ducked as he heard another gun shot.

"You know they're trying to kill us!" Iblis shouted as he pulled to the side of the black Mercedes.

"Remember what I told you Rudyard, aim at the wheels." Iblis said.

"Sure thing." Rudyard took aim.

Nimrod put his hands over his ears as rapid fire sounded from the back seat.

"How many times have you done this!" He shouted over the gun.

"Oh… three… four times?" Iblis shrugged and ducked as the left window shattered.

"They're always the same. A small adrenaline rush then bam. It's over like that." Nimrod turned as he heard police sirens. He then quickly ducked at what sounded like a gun shot, but when nothing happened he looked back and saw, all four of, Dybbuk's cars wheels were popped.

"About bloody time!" He heard Rudyard yell then stopped firing his gun. Iblis then took a sharp turn pulled into a market parking lot and turned off the car.

"Run." He said quickly, unbuckled, and ran out of the car. Rudyard doing the same.

"Wait wah…" He saw the police turn the corner, and then bolted out of the car himself. He followed Iblis and Rudyard into the market. They ran down the produce section, and then suddenly slowed down and walked casually into the magazine section.

Iblis picked up a newspaper and quickly opened in concealing his face. Rudyard did the same with a magazine. Nimrod saw the police walk in and quickly did the same with a book. He glanced over the edge of and saw five police man come in look franticly around then shake their heads and walk back out. He breathed out.

"Few… you call that a small adrenaline rush?" Nimrod set the book down and rubbed his temples. He had no idea where Groanin was, and his niece, nephew, and Buck, were gone… what next?

Dybbuk glowered at the two police men in front of him. They were back at the hotel only in a different room.

"YOU LOST THEM? Why didn't you search the bloody store you pathetic mundanes?"

"We're sorry master." One of the men said in a monotone and glassy eyed gaze. "We will not fail you again."

"No you won't" Dybbuk said in a malevolent drawl. "Because you won't have a chance to." He sneered and took out a gold, ornate medallion and hung it so it was eye level to the two men.

"You two are to go and prepare with the others back at base. Do not speak to anyone or even make eye contact with anyone. Do not even think around anyone. Now go." Dybbuk stuck the medallion back in his pocket and the two men blinked like they were just waking up, then left without a single word.

Dybbuk then sat down in an arm chair and rubbed his temples.

"I guess I'll have to go along with my plan after all." Dybbuk sighed. He then took out a small glass bottle and shook it a little.

Don't worry friends. You'll soon have more company to share all that space you have. He laughed menacingly and got up from his chair and left the hotel.

"This bottle is way too small to put seven djinn in!" The leader of the Ghul complained "How long is this bastar-"

"Hey! No need for foul language." The leader of the Jann exclaimed "We all just need to calm down and relax."

"Sure, no problem." The leader of the Shaitan said sarcastically "Nothings easier than relaxing when you're about to have a panic attack. I'm turning more claustrophobic than a fat man in an MRI." He sighed and banged his head against the glass. "And if this kid's plan goes right, we should be expecting two more djinn any moment."

"Let's hope it doesn't go right." Buck mumbled. Philippa looked at him and noted his down cast face. Buck told her how Dybbuk captured him at the airport when he went to go use the bathroom.

"I didn't even get to the men's room before I was suddenly finding myself growing smaller and smaller, then put in here with these loonies"

"Who ya callin looney?" The Shaitan leader smirked "It's your other half that put us and you in here in the first place."

"I don't think that's correct grammar." The leader of the Jann sighed. "I think it's put you and us in here."

"Did I ask you? I don't need a grammar lesson idiot!"

"I was only saying…"

"Just shut up."

"Philippa!" Buck nudged her back to the present.

"What?" She asked shaking her head to clear it.

"I was just asking you if you wanted a turn sitting down?" Buck asked standing up and gesturing to the small space on the ground.

"Oh…uh no thanks, I'm fine. John you can take my turn." She leaned her head against the glass.

"Thanks Phil." John plopped down and groaned. "Ugg. At least when Iblis captured us, he put us in a decent size bottle. I guess he was right about at least you'll be comfortable. I hate this." John slumped and pouted a little.

"I wonder how Iblis and Nimrod are." Philippa wondered out loud.

"With our luck they're probably getting captured right now." Buck moaned

Nimrod gripped the car seat, still a little nervous about cars at the moment. They were in a stolen black Nissan heading farther and farther away from civilization. He breathed deeply and rolled down the window.

"Still feeling car sick are you?" Iblis laughed accelerating to torment Nimrod more. After they got out of the little grocery store they hid in, Nimrod had almost thrown up he was so motion sick.

"Yes as a matter of fact I am." Nimrod growled "So if you would please… stop swerving for the love of everything good!" Iblis just grinned and still swerved.

"Hehe, sorry Nimrod but I have no love for anything good." He then just smirked and steered straight chuckling. Nimrod breathed in deep again and leaned his head back on the seat. What were they going to do? That was all he could think about. Should they confront Dybbuk? Should they stay away from him? Should he get other djinn to help? Will Dybbuk do anything to John and Philippa? When should he attempt to rescue them? Suddenly Nimrod's cell phone rang. He looked down and it was an unrecognizable number.

"Hello?" Nimrod asked cautiously

"Good day Nimrod." Dybbuk's voice cooed on the other line. "How are you this fine day?" Dybbuk chuckled.

"Dybbuk!" Nimrod exclaimed

"Yes. It's me. I have a problem Nimrod. I need to see you and my father." Dybbuk suddenly sounded very dark.

"So I decided to throw a party. Do you like fireworks Nimrod? I hope you do Nimrod, because if you're not at the Sydney opera house in 30 minutes you're going to see a grand display." Nimrod's heart fluttered.

"Dybbuk you…"

"30 minutes Nimrod. Tick tock!" Then the line ended.

"Iblis turn around now!" Nimrod yelled. With no objection Iblis did a fast U-turn into the other side of the two way street hoping to see Nimrod get car sick.

"Wha- What?" Rudyard suddenly woke up feeling the jerk of the turn. He rubbed his eyes.

"What's up?" He yawned.

"We need to get to the Sydney Opera House in 30 minutes or Dybbuk is going to blow it up." Nimrod said quickly dialing his phone.

"Fun." Rudyard mumbled leaning up against the window.

"No! Not fun!" Nimrod growled putting the phone to his ear. "Yes Faustina? Dybbuk! He… you know?" Good, good! I mean not good but… okay! We're heading in that direction! Alright! Goodbye!" Nimrod hung up.

"Can't you go any faster?" Nimrod asked ignoring the turning in his stomach

"Well I don't want you to get sick." Iblis mocked.

"Iblis! So help me I will…"

"Alright alright! Calm down. You never could take a joke." The car suddenly went from 60 to 120.

"You're lucky I anticipated something like this. Iblis steered with one hand while he leaned his head on the other, like he was just taking a leisurely Sunday drive. "I made it so the engine could go up to 250."Nimrod glanced at the speedometer and saw that they were pushing 170. He suddenly felt his stomach turning and tried to ignore the urge to vomit. Luckily djinn could handle much faster speed than humans…but they didn't have that better of reaction time. If traffic was heavy there would be no chance of making Dybbuk's deadline in time. Lucky ever since the bridge in England fell, people have been wary of travel.

"Come on! Come on!" Nimrod thought. "People's lives…so many…" He clenched his eyes shut and tried not to imagine the horror that was so likely to happen

Dybbuk stepped out of his car.

"Go" He instructed the driver, brandishing his golden medallion. And the car sped off. He turned and looked at the architecture of the Sydney Opera House.

"Last time seeing it in one piece." He thought and waited for Nimrod and his father. He turned to a couple taking pictures by him. He smiled and stepped toward them.

"I'll take a picture of you two in front of it if you'd like." He gave his most disarming smile.

"Why thank you!" The woman said and handed Dybbuk the camera. "The buttons on the top right." She stepped beside the man and wrapped her arm around him.

"Alright. Say cheese." But instead of taking a picture he held up the medallion and threw the camera behind him.

"You two are to forget everything else and serve me. Your first order is to protect me." Dybbuk scowled "You are to protect and serve me until your body's can take no more. You are to serve me until you are dead. No questions." He lowered the medallion and looked into the glassy eyed gaze of the couple.

"Yes master." They said in a monotone. Dybbuk then let go of his scowl and smiled while glancing at his watch. 15 minutes left.

"Plenty of time." He muttered and set to the task of gathering more followers.

"Iblis, I know you're a better bad driver than this." Nimrod shouted. There was only 10 minutes left. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Everything but the time. Iblis replied but Nimrod didn't understand. There was too much racing through his mind. It only seemed like a few seconds went by but when Nimrod glanced at the clock there was only five minutes left. They were so close but so far. Traffic was still light but there was enough that they had to slow way down.

"So what's going to happen if we don't make it in time? I mean, what are we going to do?" Rudyard asked, casually placing a piece of gum in his mouth.

"Well we better make it." Nimrod barked

"Sheesh, somebody needs to chill…" Rudyard suddenly found a piece of duck tape on his mouth.

"That's better." Nimrod sighed and dared to glance at the clock again. 5 minutes. They weren't going to make it. A drop of sweat crawled down the side of his head. Everything felt so cold but so hot at the same time.

"So many lives…" Nimrod thought. "More than the 21 that died on the bridge…much more." He bit his lower lip "Hundreds…thousands…" He suddenly felt the car jerk forward and skid to the side and he saw that they were there…only a few seconds remained. He bolted out of the car, incinerating the seat belt for a quick escape. He saw a crowd of people, and from it Dybbuk appeared grinning.

"Just in time for the show Nimrod! Where's my fathe…ah there you are Iblis! You should enjoy this." Dybbuk turned and pointed toward the Opera House.

"I wish that-"

"Dybbuk NO!" But Nimrod was too late. Things moved in slow motion. Dybbuk was laughing, Iblis and Rudyard were shouting at him to get down, and he saw people screaming and running.

"Too late." A voice in his head said then blackness. The darkest kind…

Ohhh Hooo! I'm starting to get to the good part! I'm excited! The next chapter will be here a lot sooner! I Promise! So ….REVIEW!