Jimmy Parsons, looked at the newly placed election posters of Greg Stillson, there were too many police around these parts of town even a bunch of private security. He looked around at the scene The man himself was over seeing the job. and Jimmy shook his head. AS if I'm going to unleash my team right on their heels. There was something much more fun to do. He was headed Stillson's own headquarters. He had unleased a virus on their computers and was about to fix it! Being a techno mage was such a trial. He and his friends had been getting the dirt on Stillson by tapping his security System. The Video had proved very interesting. They knew who came and went, and what Stillson had planned.
His Power broker Malcolm Janus. The man's ring had been a cause for alarm when Jimmy's dad had seen the man the first thing he had noticed was Janus'ring. Then Mr. Parsons, disappeared, He had gone to warn Eugene Purdy about what he knew about that ring.
Jimmy was looked around him as he walked up to the Front doors of the building.
The man at the door greeted him. "Hey there Jimmy, Just in time We really need you this time." Jimmy smiled. "Hey I'm behind the man all the way." He said convincingly, as he and the goon went inside. " It's been like this all afternoon." A secretary told him Jimmy Smiles until he gets a look at the virus "ICH, TICS! I hate those!" He tells the secretary.
Who looks at him. "What are TICS?" She asks Jimmy looks at him, the younger man looks at her. and Sighs. " Total, information copying software!" He tells her. "What it does is gorge it'self on every last file even the trash and deleted suff on a computer, and then it crawls back through your phone lines to the computer of origin and they know the color of your underwear and what you ate for second Breakfast." Parson's looks up at the Secretary. "I spend more time killing Tics during the summer than the virus writers spend creating them." He put a stick into the compuiters flash drive and opens a file from the numerous saved antiviruses in his arsenal. "This will get them!" He smiled.
The computer snaps back on line. "That's got them!" He said AS The secretary Smiled what he had been thinking was he had them all saved with every last file Stillson had on his system. Not only here but in the computer in his personal possession. And that of his powerbroker Malcolm Janus. He took the twenty five dollars the secretary offered him.
And was on his way. He noticed the usual black sedan, following him home They had nothing on him, But Januis was getting very up tight these days, His men were so uptight, They had Stopped him several times. His protestation, that he'd never have internet access to his own computer. "I am out to stop the virus makers who are trying to destroy the internet. Soft ware companies would love to hack my system because of my antvirus software projects." He told Janus at one point." Janus looked at Jimmy's hazle eyes.
The boy had such a calm demeanor. He never had any reason until recently that he had felt there was a threat to his employer's plans. "Do you know anyone named Brennil Locksley?" He asked. Jimmy Parsons thought a moment and then shook his head not showing any signs of deception. "Nope," He said. Janus sighed. Then let the boy go. "Have a good summer Mr. Parsons." He said. He had his men watching the two men he had watching Parsons had nothing to report. So the Assassin that Miranda Ellis,had contacted,
Was still a ghost and a very dangerous one. The next month went by, and still no sign of this assassin. Then the reports of Johnny Smith being killed had come in. Maybe Miranda Ellis,had been still loyal. What had really happened at that Inn? If Smith had laid Miranda Ellis. The unborn Child wouldn't have even be visible to ultrasound yet. He looked at his Men who had been working twenty four seven to find an answer to the question "Who was Brennil Locksley?" Janus had no idea Who this assassin was. He had to wonder why his people at that the Inn hadn't gotten Video of them in the act.
He'd have wanted Greg to have no reason to doubt what was going on when the two were in that room together. Even he had to wonder no audio, no video, The team he had sent out to the Inn were sloppy. He sighed as he left the warehouse that he had used as a base. He thought about The other side of this matter Johnny Smith, Who now lay dead in a cave in Maine. The end of this man meant the end of the his search for the warrior who would put and end to his employers secret agenda. The others actually had no idea Who it was as if Brennil Locksley, could hide themselves. They had no idea if they were alive or were yet to be born. But they had said that Johnny Smith would see them and lead him to them. But now this wouldn't be happening. There was still a threat to be neutralized. But they hadn't been able to find Brennil Locksley among the Kin Of the Smith Family. Or the people Johnny Smith had saved the lives of. This person was like a great sword hanging over his head. There was a moment when he thought that he saw a movement,or he felt the presence of someone, Was there actually a a chill in the air despite the humidity and warth of the air, He had no idea why. But Smith must have known his plans, and arranged this with Miranda Ellis. He looked at the sky as rain began to fall, there was no way he and his men could stay any longer. It was then he heard the Sound of the Thunder and saw the flash of lightning Standing there In the rain the stunned expression of her face as she stood there, her eyes were wide open. Two Deputies were standing there just as shocked as everyone else. was this the one the power who could destroy his employers, Bring an end to their dreams of a new world? It was almost laughable. "Shoot that target"
There was a loud roll of Thunder as the Man behind him died in a brilliant fire ball as The gun he prepared to fire, drew the lightning. The deputies took the woman away.

He woke feeling very numb his arms and legs were heavy, but he was warmly wrapped in a blanket. There wasn't a feeling of Threat here but he was scared because of the lack of mobility of his limbs. Johnny Smith looked at the ceiling. He tried to move, a Woman's voice soothed "It's alright Johnny, relax the drug in you system will be wearing off soon. It shouldn't interfere with your Dead Zone, Just relax You're safe now." His tongue felt thick as he began to try to talk. "Where am I?" He asked. " You're in a safe haven, Mr. Smith. It has been brought to our attention by friends of yours that you have been set agaist a wannabe New World order. " The woman told him. He tried to get his mind around his situation."Wannabe this bunch has been far more than Wanna Be's they had been getting their way no matter what else he had tried. The Woman looked down at him. "What do you want from me?" He asked. "Not a thing," The Woman said. "You are not here for anything more than your safety." She told him. moving where he could see her face. and gently putting s straw ot his lips so he could drink some water. Johnny took a few sips, then feeling groggy dozed again .
A few hours later he was awake again the woman who had been there before was still with him. He cold move but was still very weak, and groggy. She again offered him water and comfort. He looked at her, as he slowly became even more aware of his surroundings "What hopspital is this?" He asked. The woman with him Smiled. "It's actually not a Hospital, it's a private home." She replied as he sat up as best he could. The a man walked in, tall, lean, athletically built. Dark hair and eyes, dressed in a well fitted suit He smiled at Johnny. "Good you're awake." He said, as the woman smiled and left "Mr. Smith I'm Steve Foster, I'm running against Greg Stillson for the Second District Congressional seat." The man began , Johnny grimaced slightly. "Now as to whay I've brought you here, and What I want from you I don't want anything, Except to be albe to be assured you'll not be Stillson's pawn in this election." Foster began. "I'm sorry for the harsh treatment methods, but your being punked by Stillson to get rid of Dave Fisher is something that must be prevented. We all have something in our pasts we aren't proud of"
Johnny looked at Foster. "So what do you intend to do with me?"Smith asked. Foster Smiled. "Not a thing, But everyone believes you're dead at the moment." Foster told him. "Dead?" Johnny blinked. He thought about how everyone he knew must be hurting. "But was there really any other way for this to work?" He thought. " So What happens now?" He asked Foster. "Right now you have little Choice, your options are limited because of your ability." Foster replied. As he settled into a next to the bed. "I've watched you for a long time. Even Sarah Bannerman, seems to be distancing herself from you. As has everyone you know." (Pause) " Maybe it's time that you let them go let them have their own lives now, and you were able to get a chance at a life of your own." Steve told him. Johnny listened to him. and nodded. "I've helped a lot of People have that kind of a chance"
Johnny looked bown at the bed and then at Foster."What about what I've seen about Stillson?" He asked. Steve looked at him and Smiled."Greg Stillson, Can't use you against anyone else if you aren't there to be used. It puts him down a notch and No matter what else he tries I have a very good chance of beating him even in a rigged election.
So it negates him and with the questions in everyone's mind about what happened to you , I might be able to plant just enough suspicion in the public's minds, to beat him." Foster saw something in Smith's eyes. "Fair enough." He offered Johnny his hand. Johnny took it and saw the vision of Washington DC untouched. He stood there and watched as Foster's presidency began.

Garrett Haldon thought his job,was done. He was sitting in Starbucks, with coffee, and a huge muffin top He looked at the Paper, and was surprised that he had found Greg Stillson so far behind in the polls. The locals had been tossing Stillson's campaign literature, and Stillson, and actually backing Steve Foster! "That's just wrong!" He thought he went to the warehouse, Johnny Smith was dead He wondered what his next assignment might be.
The Dark painted walls and the cammoflaged tables and chairs. His coworkers were looking at him. "Haldon!" Janus was there as always yelling at the top of his lungs. "In the office Now!" The powerbroker Shouted. The man looked at the others and sighed. "See you boys in Hell." He said, as he went to the indicated room. Janus was waiting for him.
"Tell me who Killed Johnny Smith!" The Psion sighed. "I don't know, all I know is when I tried his dreamscape, all I got was a blank He was gone at about 10:30 PM. Who ever it was got him before I could make contact. But the questions around his death were extremely complex. The Sheriff, had found a syringe as well as the blood stains he was shot in The cabin. But they actually kind to sedate him first. Who ever it was they didn't want to cause him pain. This was someone who was very close to him. But I saw no sign of anyone being in the cabin Townsend allowed me the Coutesy, of checking the place out But there was nothing to find," Janus asked. "How did he get to the Cave where he was found"
Haldon sighed, "I have no Idea, Townsend gave me access, and I didn't find anything, I looked at the entire scene, all I got was a shadow, of some kind across my vision, Smith Looked up Smiled at the Shadow the next thing I saw, he was dead. Haldon told Janus.
Janus stood there thinking about the image of a Shadow, that had killed Johnny Smith.
"Brennil Locksley, is some kind of a Mutant." He surmised. The two men looked at each other. "If that is true they are something I've never seen before. That may be why they are invisible. Our Minds have no frame of reference, for this mutant's ability." Haldon said. "This Brennil Locksley,Is something new." Garrett Haldon looked at his employer.
This still doesn't help us find them. But it gives us Something to go on"
"Their Killing Johnny Smith, had made our job even harder. Finding this other this one who can make Our agenda and Us,Totally disappear, Smith was supposed to lead us to them.