Judge...
Chapter 3

I came to a pounding halt on the tarmac of Glasgow Airport and quickly tucked in my wings. I stood in front of the Learjet and felt a horrible sense of entrapment as I looked at the tiny aircraft. A set of stairs led up to the door, two men in black suits stood on each side of the steps but they didn't even look at me as I approached which suited me fine.
"Your weapon, sir." The agent yelled over the roar of the engines as they suddenly fired up, forcing me to raise my arm to fend off the wind and show Conrad's pistol that was still stuck into my belt. "No firearms in the air, you'll be briefed on the way to wherever your going."
I handed over the gun and headed up the steps, taking them three at a time, firing a backward glance at the two men. As soon as I stepped into the cabin the door sealed with a hiss and I really wished I had a weapon.
"Jeb." The man looked up from his paper up at me. He wasn't smiling.
"How was Edinburgh?" He threw the paper down on the desk in front of his swivel chair and lent back. He held an empty brandy glass in his hand. "Want to see what would have been on tomorrows headlines before we cleaned up your mess?" He turned the front page to face me, I couldn't help but laugh internally.
"It's a terrible picture. And I mean, 'The Avenging Angel'? could you have a worse headline?" I said, trying to hold back the smile that was coming from somewhere in the region of my boots.
"Nice to know you think it's funny! Fourteen people! Slaughtered!"
"Didn't you hear that?" I raised a finger and cocked my head as if listening for something. "It sounded like better world being blown in on the wind." I sat down and flicked the paper back at him. "If it takes a few bodies to set the world straight what do I care?"
"Really?" He slammed his brandy glass down on the table, his face bright red. "Patrick Stone, drowned in his own bath water. Jessica Long, crushed under a four by four. I could go on with your efforts to "clear up the world" for hours! Are you ready to become what you set out to destroy?"
"Like I said, if it gets me what I need, and it gets rid of a few monsters; bonus. I doubt my loving public are going to read in on what these people did for a living, genetic manipulation, bio-chemical warfare for example"
"They weren't the planners, they were the sheep who did the dirty work"
"And the ones who got paid for stabbing needles in babies." I pointed out. "You were too slow with your investigation, for all we know the Flock might already be corpses if I hadn't made those pigs squeal"
"I wasn't prepared to kill for that information." Jeb spat and I got a brief whiff of his brandy laden breath. Then much quieter. "You've changed Aires, your not the same person Max befriended. I wouldn't do this."
"I would have thought otherwise, it is your daughter locked up you know." His face twisted and I knew I had crossed a line.
"Don't you think I know that?" He hissed, his voice quiet but deadly. "Do you think it doesn't matter to me? But I need to look at the bigger picture." I raised an eyebrow.
"And let me guess, The Flock ain't part of your 'big picture'?" Jeb's fist hit me in the middle of my chin without warning, knocking me out of my chair.
"SAY THAT AGAIN! MURDERER!" I climbed to my feet slowly and looked Jeb in the eye, he was standing and panting heavily.
"Who's calling who the murderer? Eh Jeb? How many have you fed to Itex for your 'Big Picture'?" Jeb raced at me, head down like a charging rhino. I grabbed him round by the neck and slammed him into the wall of the cabin, holding a few inches off the floor. "Don't call me a murderer Jeb, I prefer the term vigilante." His eyes bulged and he clawed at my hand as he slowly choked. "You don't know what it like to die do you Jeb? Let me tell you. It's like going to sleep but knowing you'll never wake up. Are you feeling that right now? Like your utterly helpless and your cut off from your loved ones? And you know what, death has a funny way of bringing everything into perspective. Because its no point following rules when your enemy doesn't have any. Is it Jeb? Like morels? You know morels Jeb?" I shook him, his bloodshot eyes stared at me and his lips began to form words. "Didn't catch that. Please, do continue." I cocked my ear towards him.
"Your...a monster." He wheezed.
"If that'swhat it takes to save my family." I dropped him to the floor and he sucked in a breath like an ugly fish out of water. "So be it." I left him laying on the floor of the cabin and looked around where he had been sitting. A file was in a packet of information, it contained photographs of a large complex surrounded by woodland. "I'll see you when we land Jeb. I'll say hi to The Flock from you." I left him gasping for breath on the floor as the plane banked round and headed for Virginia, headed for my family.
I'm coming. I thought. I'm coming to save you all.

Ok, nice short one here just to keep you people happy while I juggle homework around but a little preview of what Aires might be heading to. Please, please, please review as it really is depressing at the moment seeing only one up there. ALL critisism welcome.

PS if there is anyone reading from ATC Aylesbury Squadron, (Yes I know about you Alex), Halton kicked your backsides at rugby. No denying it. Just accept it.