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Season Three Episode Ten: "The Telemarketing Call of Cthulu" Chapter Four
Driving to a meeting with Dean Collins, Harold and Elizabeth Hale listened to the news reports about the disaster in town. "This is truly incredible. Incredible and terrifying. I'm currently watching the twister from the channel nineteen news chopper, and I've never imagined anything like this! The funnel seems almost alive, moving at random through the city's harbor quarter. The damage is indescribable!"
A news anchor cut in from the station's studio, "Would you guess this storm will end up being rated as an F-5 Earl?"
"Pat, this thing is so high on the scale, it'd be an F-6 if they went that high! Hear me well listeners, stay away from the Harbor area until this storm dissipates! You'll just be getting yourself killed coming anywhere near here!"
Harold turned off the radio, hoping to spare his wife and younger daughter any more distress. It was too late. "Daddy, Cornelia's not in danger back there is she?" Lillian asked.
"Of course not. She was going to the zoo with Caleb. That's on the other side of town from where these bad things are happening." Elizabeth grabbed her husband's hand and held tightly. She prayed her elder daughter hadn't had one of her all-to-frequent changes of plan.
Varthan. Aljax watched closely as the data rolled in from all over Heatherfield, transmitting through a purposely left-open fold. "We've got it this time." he thought, "I just know it!"
Behind him, Neera strode up and looked over his shoulder. "Eighty-three percent and still rising. I congratulate you my servant. Your plan is working exquisitely."
"Thank you my Queen."
"Garix!" Neera shouted. The Prince walked out of the shadows and bowed. "Inform the technicians. Soon we will present them with the last of what they need."
"I go to obey."
Irma was busily wishing there really was a Godzilla to sic on their new enemy when she heard the sound of her cell phone ringing. She landed on a nearby rooftop and took the call. "Irma here. Very busy right now. Make this quick."
"I know you're busy. Martin's got some kind of idea. Here he is. Martin, you're on speaker!"
"Irma! Listen, I need to know if Will can control the polarity of her lightning bolts. I've got a plan for you if she can."
"Hang on, I'll find out." Irma sent a thought message to Will, asking Martin's question.
"I don't know" Will answered back. "I've never tried that before."
"Well try it now, we may be onto a plan of some kind."
Together with Dean Collins, the Hales and Tubbs' were watching news footage of the disaster. "This is terrible." Harold said.
"Yes." Elizabeth agreed. "Excuse me, I need to start making call to round up charity money for the victims." She walked a discreet distance away from the other adults. She hadn't lied exactly, she really did intend to gather funds for disaster relief. But first she was calling Cornelia.
Lillian Hale was watching the broadcast with particular interest. She had quickly noticed that, if she turned away then looked back very quickly, she could sometimes catch a glimpse of something else entirely: A terrible nightmare of a monster. She ran to her father and got his attention. "It's really a monster!" she exclaimed.
"Well yes honey, natural disasters like this can seem like monsters, destroying property and-"
"No! That's not what I mean!" She ran back to the television…
Will cleared her mind and concentrated. Negative polarity on an energy blast. Could she even do it, and if so how? An idea came to her mind. She focused the build-up of this new charge on the monster instead of in her hands. Let it build and build until it was a strong as she could make it. Released the charge, which surged off of Cthulu and down into the ground.
"I did it!" she sent back to Irma, "But it didn't hurt him any worse than the positive charge and it was a lot harder."
Irma relayed Will's report to Martin. "…So I guess this plan is a bust too. Sorry."
"Sorry nothing! That's exactly what we needed to hear, it's good news!"
"Say what? Hang on." Irma opened her mind to the entire team. "Listen" she thought to them. Turned her attention back to the phone. "Martin, everyone can hear you through me now. Spill whatever you're thinking."
"Okay, it's like this. If electricity is what you need to beat this monster, then you should take advantage of what's all around you. This is turning into a regular electrical storm. All sorts of lightning. And natural, thunderstorm lightning is insanely powerful. Let's see what happens if one of those bolts hits the mark."
"Small problem there Martin." Cornelia thought to Irma, "He's shorter than some of these towers, and they've all got lightning rods!" Irma passed on the reply.
"It doesn't matter. If Will can build a big enough negative charge on the creature's body, the lightning will find it a more appealing target than the towers, especially if you get rid of those lightning rods."
"Tell him I still can't make this negative charge as strong as a lightning bolt." Will replied.
Before Irma could pass on the message, Taranee said, "That doesn't matter Will. The negative charge won't need to be as strong as the actual lightning. It just needs to be stronger than the charge drawing the lightning to other targets. Martin's onto something here. This could work."
"Then let's try it. I'll start building the charge, the rest of you clear out all the lightning rods you can find."
"Martin, we're gonna try it. Gotta hang up now. Love you babe."
As Miranda pocketed her phone Martin said, "She called me 'babe'."
"Yeah, I heard." Miranda said with a grin. "Now c'mon, we've done all we can, it's time to find shelter." Together they ran for the nearest public building.