Witness Protection

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Chapter 11 (Their Lives are in Your Hands)

Wasabi's private jet was filled with chatter as everyone talked on their cell phones. Jack was speaking with Bobby. Milton was talking on the phone to Mr. Davenport. Ciara was talking to her grandfather-in-law, who happened to be the military General that gave the orders to take out Paragon Global. As for the others, Kim was on the phone with her father in Australia, making sure he was safe. Eddie and Jerry were playing a game of cards. The plane ride wouldn't take too much longer, they'd already been flying for forty minutes, and had about half an hour left.

"So what you're telling me is, my life might be in danger?" Bobby asked in mock surprise. He'd never been one to think his life would be in any danger, especially not with all those guards. Jack knew better of course, his own bodyguards and ninjas failed to notice a Black Dragon in disguise. "Jack, my friend, I think I can take plenty care of myself. I feel just fine, there's no imminent danger that I can see."

"That's because whatever that residue is, it's inside. You're not going to be able to see it, probably." Jack turned his attention to the others and hummed to himself. He was all the way in the back of the plane with a table in front of him. He was on the seats against the back of the plane, separated only by a space that led to the bathroom. In front of him were two tables on either side of the plane, and one plane seat in front, and one behind, each table. Closer to the front of the plane were two rows of two seats on each side. Jerry and Eddie were on the right hand table, Kim was seated at the left hand table, while Milton was closer to the front of the plane. Phil and Ciara were also in the front seats, with Phil asleep. "Did I mention, this is a nice plane?"

"Why thank you! My pilot's free whenever you need him of course. Wherever you're going, free of charge! My ninjas are available too, as you know." He chuckled appreciatively at Bobby's reminder. He truly hoped they could fix this problem before something happened to him. He would hate to lose such a good friend. Suddenly the tone in Bobby's voice grew ominous and sad. "So you think Milton found something that would wind up killing me? All those years fighting and I'd be done out by some strange powder?"

"We don't know anything yet. Because it's unknown, it's automatically assumed unsafe…" That was the generally accepted rule everywhere, if some kind of chemical, fluid or spill was unknown, treat it as if it were dangerous. He heard the man begin to weep, very softly, admitting to his fear of death. It amazed Jack, to think that a mountain of a man that Bobby was, as legendary of a fighter as he was, would possibly be afraid of death. "It'll be okay. We'll find something…we'll find a way. Nothing will happen to you."

"You promise that, Jack? Between you and me, whenever I think of dying…I just can't get it out of my head…that's why I'm not there on the field like you guys. I would just freeze up, I'd be torn to pieces! Figure it out soon, otherwise I'm about to fire all my ninjas for letting a Black Dragon in my mansion."

"It will be okay. We won't let anything happen."

"I'm trusting you, Jack. All of the people out there that got pricked with these things…if those things are really all that dangerous, then everyone's lives are in your hands. No pressure!"

The realization hit him as a tidal wave. His eyes widened momentarily and his heartbeat began to echo throughout the plane, pounding harder and faster. As Bobby bid his farewell, Jack hung the phone up, and stared directly ahead. No pressure? The weight upon his shoulders was unbearable! He didn't want to think of there being that many lives at stake, he didn't even want to think those devices were all that lethal. What had he gotten everyone into?

He fought away his self doubts and shook his head, blinking several times to get back into reality. Ciara and Milton were walking back towards him, so he quickly put on a brave expression, eager to hear what they had to say. Ciara went first, which was okay, considering he wanted to hear if the General would do anything. Even two years later, the man was still a high ranking General, now a Four Star. "So what's the news?"

"My Grandfather-in-law said he'll get the military rallied up as soon as we have evidence and word that there is a true considerable threat." She turned her head towards the window of the plane and slowly closed her hand. "He's investigating the Black Dragons now. If he can get the military involved, they'll start taking out dojos everywhere. They know how to deal with crime organizations."

"There's a way to deal with them?"

"Yes." She looked back to him and raised an eyebrow. "Crime Organizations are hard to extinguish. Usually there's your high leader, your second line of command, Capos, and so on. Each next in line is prepared to take the lead, should something happen to the leader. It's constant replenishing, there will always be someone ready to take the place of someone that has been lost."

Jack grew disheartened at the news, but he had faith in the military. Ciara had also told them before how the grandfather was close to other country leaders. If this global organization was indeed a threat, surely he could convince the other countries to utilize their own armies to help wipe out the Black Dragons. It was still a chilling thought, if they took out this 'Double O' leader, one of the captains could take his place. If they took out one of the captains, one of the sector leaders would take the place of the captain.

"Then we obviously need to let the military do their part if they can help." He closed his hands and narrowed his eyes. The others turned to him. "Our main objective remains the same, get rid of these devices if they are a threat, and get Rudy, and our families back at all costs."

"Right," Milton took a small step forward and cleared his throat. His head was bowed slightly and his expression was mixed with fear and concern. Automatically, Jack wanted to question this. "We have a problem…"

Arriving at Davenport's place, Jack was in a furious haste, he expected a completely trashed place. Yet when they arrived, Davenport carefully led them into the house. The man had a black beard, grew his hair out to the point it covered the top half of his ears. He looked like a broken man, walking slowly back and forth. Milton had already explained the things that had happened to him, that Davenport had lost his family to the Black Dragons as well.

Not only was Davenport a genius who had invented many great things, he was also a family man. Minus his wife and step son, Leo, he had three other children of his that he'd given bionic chips to. Adam, Bree, and Chase were their names. Adam had super strength, Bree had super speed, and Chase was a super genius. "Is everything all right?" Jack asked curiously, gazing carefully about the room. "Have you made sure no one's been spying on you?"

"Yes, I'm certain," he replied. "Milton told me what you wanted, suits to survive the frigid temperatures of Antarctica?" He slowly nodded as the disheveled man quietly moved towards the kitchen counter. "I can create these suits for you and your group, but I want you to do something for me…"

"What do you need?"

The scientist looked directly into Jack's eyes, frown lines framed his lips. "I want my son back." Milton was informed that the device they had was something that Davenport, and an old friend of his, had put together many years ago. They hadn't been aware of its destructive tendencies, and when they became aware, they quickly trashed it. The other man perished and Davenport trashed the designs. The Black Dragons came to him a few years before, requesting these blueprints, but he refused to hand them over. They needed a scientist with a mind that could unlock them. They got a hold of Chase and learned the ways of the bionic chip, they controlled it to force him to write these blueprints. When finished, they returned Chase to Davenport, vowing to return one day and get their revenge for his turning them down initially.

"Just tell us what happened…or when it happened."

Davenport rubbed his forehead, forming a wrinkle between his eyes. "Nearly a year ago, just months…the Black Dragons returned, they'd managed to crack the code, but their scientists were not making these devices as fast as they wanted…they controlled Chase's bionic chip and reversed it, turning him into one of their evil scientists…then somehow, they trapped Bree and Adam in their chambers, forcing them into a sleep. Leo and my wife are also in a coma, I don't know what my son did, but I know he can bring them all back. I…I've failed them…I couldn't bring them back."

Jack put his hands to the man's shoulders and kept his gaze locked with his. "We'll try to find your son and get him back. I promise, but you have to work with Milton." Davenport slowly looked over and paled when his eyes fell on the device in Milton's hand. "That thing pricked our friend…do you know what it does? How it will work?"

The man began stammering and carefully walked over, reaching out for the disk. Tears came to his eyes and he quickly smacked it from Milton's hand. Milton let out a loud yelp and jumped back, then reached down to pick up the object. "I know the blueprints, I'm not entirely sure what the Black Dragons want with it. I hate that thing, it's the reason all of this happened." He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. "That thing…is meant for singers and actors alike, all over the globe. The white powder inside acts as a parasite."

Jack's voice fell flat and sweat dripped down his temple. He knew what a parasite was, but he was too stunned to fathom exactly what it meant. "A what? Parasite? As in…the thing that can be deadly and fatal?"

"Yes, but this one's not quite like that…" Davenport gingerly took the object from Milton and lifted it up, narrowing his eyes onto it. "That light on the top, if it turns on, that means someone's activated it. They're all activated by some sort of machine…but that powder, it's exchanged with blood via a needle with a suction inside. The blood acts as a genetic imprint to make sure that only that person is affected, and not someone else that might have been hit second hand."

"A-Affected?" Jack slowly looked towards the others, feeling a pit of despair rising up inside him. This was beginning to sound worse than he'd imagined, and the others appeared frightened by it as well. "And what exactly does the residue do once activated?"

"It acts as a hypnotic agent." Like mind control? Jack watched the man set the device on the counter. He leaned against the refrigerator and crossed his arms, glaring down at the object. "Anyway that needle can only stick once. Once it does, it can't be used again. It detects the derma, also known as your skin. Skin cells…that's why it has to be handled with gloves."

"Yeah, Milton discovered that."

"Smart kid, just like his father." Milton thanked him and let him continue with his explanation. "The residue will float via bloodstream and attach itself to the victim's brain. Once that machine activates…anyone that's been stuck will fall into a hypnotic trance…What happens after that, is beyond me."

Jack was speechless, already many possibilities were running through his mind. If these things could induce a hypnotic state of mind, then that meant the Black Dragons could control all those people. He shifted his gaze and stammered his thoughts. "But why? Why singers? Why actors? What makes them the prime targets here?"

"I don't know, but what I do know is these things are being mass produced in the science labs on Antarctica. My son is being held there. If you can get down there, reverse his bionic chip, I will gladly help Milton make those suits." There was no choice in the matter, and he wanted to help the guy's son anyway.

"We have to get down there and find out how to put a stop to those things, to prevent more from going out! However, we also need to find out why." The what they've solved, the how they have solved, but the why seemed to be the hardest part to figure out. He pushed the thought back and quickly nodded his head. "We'll gladly help. How long will it take you to get those suits prepared?"

"I'm not sure. It's trial and error, could be a couple days." Jack rolled his eyes and glanced to the wall right of him. More waiting, just great. "Now reversing Chase's bionic chip shouldn't be too hard, you just need to short it out with a volt of electricity. I'll talk to you about that when the time comes."

"Okay."

"Milton, come with me to the lab." Jack watched the two rush off. He took a seat on the couch and tapped his fingers together in front of his nose. He couldn't shake it from his mind that the device could cause such a dangerous trancelike state. If that was allowed to happen, there were indeed many things that the Black Dragons could force these innocent people to do.

"It doesn't help," he muttered to himself. "All these lives hanging in the balance…I never asked for this…" There was no backing down, not now. He knew this, but he was truly scared as well. All he could do was have faith in his team to do the right things. Maybe they could win this.

Davenport's family devastated and forced to create such a dangerous product. This does not look pretty. What do you think of the device? Oh and by the way, we're seeing Rudy next chapter.