Chapter 12
Angel felt something hit her hard in the chest. She looked ahead and saw that the Director was holding a gun, and it was pointing right at Angel. She looked down and saw a red stain spreading across her shirt. She fell to her knees, and then onto her side. Her eyes slid closed.
"No!" yelled Invader. He looked at the Director. He jumped to the side as she fired another bullet. It missed him by inches. Then he thought, "You're gonna wish you'd never been born," and made sure that the Director heard it. Then he thought, "Drop your weapon." Shaking, her fingers unwrapped from the handle and trigger of the weapon. It hit the floor with a clang. He thought again, "Kick it over here." As she did that he reached over and grabbed the weapon that Angel was still holding. "Now, knock yourself out." She slammed her head against a piece of rubble, and then went limp. Invader checked to make sure that no thoughts were going through her head and then sprinted over to Angel.
He put her hands on the hole, where the bullet had entered her body, and put on pressure.
"Please work," he pleaded. Then he felt the skin start to move and grow. He felt the hole get smaller and smaller until it was gone. He took his hands off and saw that there wasn't a scratch left. He put his hand on her again and hoped that the hormone called erythropoietin, a hormone that tells the bone marrow to make red blood cells, was increasing in amount.
After a few minutes, he picked her up and ran out of the building. He stopped at the car. He opened the passenger door in it and placed her carefully into it, fastening her seatbelt. Then he ran to the front of the car and opened the hood. He instantly saw something that would not normally be there. It was a GPS tracker. He wrapped his fingers around it and ripped it out. Sparks sprayed out for a few seconds, but then stopped.
"That takes care of you," he mumbled as he walked to the driver door and opened it. He grabbed his cell phone and a gun. He threw the phone onto the ground as hard as he could and then shot it five times with the gun. He stepped into the car and spotted a camera on the windshield. He ripped it off and repeated the process that he'd done with the cell phone. The he closed the door, fastened his seatbelt, and drove off.
After an hour of driving they came to a small gated neighborhood. A tough looking guard stood in the guardhouse, which was cement with bullet proof glass windows. Invader stopped next to the guardhouse. The guard pressed a button and growled, "Who are you supposed to be going to."
"Mr. Batchelder is expecting me," Invader replied. The guard picked up a phone and dialed a number. After thirty seconds of talking and listening, the guard set down the phone and pressed a button. The solid steel gate, that looked more like a door, slid into the cement wall and Invader drove through. As soon as his bumper was out of the way, the gate slid closed in three seconds, just long enough for something small, dressed in black, to sneak through.
A few minutes later Invader drove up a driveway. He stopped in front of a garage, grabbed Angel, and carried her to the front door of the house. He rung the doorbell. A few seconds later, after a three cameras hummed to life, the door opened.
"Hello," said Ike Batchelder as he opened the door, concern creeping into his voice. He was wearing a white lab coat and a pair of glasses. His face was slightly wrinked, and his mouth was wearing a cross between a smile and a frown.
"Angel's been hurt," said Invader as he entered the house. There wasn't much homey about it. It looked like a medidcal practice. There were trays with medical tools, surgery tables, examination tables, microscopes, centrifuges, microscopes, and a machine that looked like a cross between an x-ray machine and an MRI machine. "She was shot near the heart," panted Invader as he ran her over to the machine. "I was able to heal some of the damage, but I'm not sure how much." He placed her onto a table. Ike pressed a button on the machine and the table slid into it. After ten minutes, the table slid back out and pictures rendered on a computer screen.
"Well, it seems that most of the damage was healed," said Ike as he inspected the 3D image. "There is still a little bit of damage in the heart, but I can fix that. There doesn't seem to be a shortage of blood, but I'll give her a small transfusion. Overall, your sister seems fine."