Hey, guys. Sorry for the delay, but between Christmas, my birthday, and New Year's, I've been relaxing and enjoying the holidays. Hope yours were as good as mine. Anyway, I'm back and I'll be keeping it coming on this story. It's a short chapter this time, but I hope to have a better one going soon. In the meantime, enjoy.
Hal spent the next hour burying the body of Abin Sur. It was the least he could do. The man had died a long way from home. He probably had a family on whatever world he came from. He at least deserved a proper burial.
After he was done, he took in his surroundings. He was in the middle of the desert, at least thirty miles from the airfield. "How am I going to get back?" he wondered. He could call Carol or Tom, but then he would have to explain how he ended up in the middle of the desert. He looked at his hand and the ring that now occupied his finger. "I don't suppose you have any ideas."
The ring started to glow and began to speak. I am programmed to obey your mental commands, provided they do not conflict with the code of the Guardians.
"Mental commands?" Hal thought for a moment. He remembered when the ring first found him, how it had lifted him into the air. It was the greatest feeling in the world, flying through the air. He had never felt more alive. "I wish I could do that again."
In an instant, he had shot up into the sky and was heading towards the airfield. "WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!" he shouted. He was loving this. It was the single coolest experience of his life.
As he flew out of sight, he was unaware that he had been watched the entire time by two men. These men were unaware of each other or their missions, but they both had the same goal. They both wanted the ring.
One of the men turned away from the wreckage and headed toward the city. The ring bearer had gone that way. That was where he would find his prize.
The other walked out to the wreckage and examined it. He, too, wanted the ring, but he had questions that needed to be answered first. The organization he worked for did not tolerate those who acted on impulse. He pulled out a phone and made a call. "This is Hammond. Tell Waller I have something interesting."
Meanwhile, Chloe had arrived at her motel room and looked over her notes. She knew that Jordan would try to use the ring, but he would need guidance. Chloe would do her part to help, but this one was a little out of her depth. Fortunately, she knew of somebody who would be able to help. It was a risky move, but one she would have to make if Hal Jordan was going to fulfill the destiny she had forseen.
The vision wasn't clear. She only knew that she had seen Jordan, blazing with emerald fire, fighting off a great darkness with Clark, Oliver, and many others by his side. There was a war coming and Clark would fight it, but he would need Hal Jordan's help to see it through to the end.
She pulled out a phone. It would be very hard to trace the call, but not impossible. She could only hope that she got the message delivered quickly. Fortunately, she had packed her things this morning and would be moving to another motel across town. She dialed the number and waited. Finally, a voice on the other end said "Gotham Broadcasting. How may I direct your call?"
"Get me Alan Scott. Tell him it's urgent."