Today we begin with part one of book 4. Hope you enjoy!
Mr. Smith closed his tablet and the screens that lined the wall behind him went dark. Three quotes slowly came into view.
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” – Margaret Mead, Anthropologist.
“A Champion is someone who gets up even when they can’t.” – Jack Dempsey, Boxer.
“When you are going through hell, keep going.” Winston Churchill, Politician
Mr. Smith eyed the 8 recruits, each of whom had a shell-shocked expression on their face. “I think the great Jack Dempsey summed it up nicely and from here on you will be known collectively as The Champions; champions for the people who cannot fend for themselves, champions for the meek, the just and all things good and decent and champions over the evil that has permeated and taken over our city and our country. You are our last and best hope. You each bring a different yet complimentary skill set to the team. We will train you to fight, think and move as a team. A team of champions with a solitary objective, victory in every battle, victory over every foe and victory in the war that we are waging against those that seek to harm both ourselves and our fellow citizens. As Champions you will also be protectors; protectors of the innocent, the uninformed and the fragile. Most importantly as Champions you will be tasked to protect our most important asset and the ninth and final Champion.”
The Champions turned their attention towards a large metal door on the side of the hangar as the loud click of the handle filled the cavernous room. A frail looking young boy entered and headed towards Mr. Smith as his mother took a seat next to the door.
Mr. Smith placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Are you ready to meet the team young man?”
Dylan nodded in the affirmative and turned to face The Champions as Mr. Smith introduced him.
“This is Dylan. He is a very special young man. There will come a day that he may be the one to save your life. Until that day comes it will be your job to protect him. He is your ninth Champion.”
The eight faces in front of the boy seemed to all express varying degrees of confusion until finally Briiana asked the question that they had all been thinking to themselves. “Umm, excuse me Mr. Smith…and by the way hi Dylan it is very nice to meet you, but isn’t Dylan a little young to be a member of the team?”
Mr. Smith looked down at Dylan and said in a soft and reassuring voice, “I think it is time that you show your new friends what we talked about. Go ahead.”
Dylan raised his line of sight over The Champions’ heads and towards the convertible in the middle of the room that Brajjit had taken a liking to and began to focus his energy.
The car horn sounded and The Champions spun around in their seats to see who had made it honk. As they did the sound of rattling metal began to fill the hangar followed by the distinctive clank of screws as they fell on the concrete floor.
As the convertible’s hood lifted from its brackets and rose into the air The Champions rose from their chairs and watched in amazement as every piece of the car was unhinged from its restraints and slowly lifted into the air until nothing was left on the hangar floor other than the chassis and the engine block.
The Champions watched in awe as fenders, headlights, doors and bucket seats floated above their heads as if gravity somehow did not apply to them. Occasionally one would drag their gaze away from the swirling mass of car parts to return to Dylan who stood motionless, eyes pointed upwards with a smile on his face.
Dylan slowly started to shift his eyes downward and the car parts gently came back down to the hangar floor except for the steering wheel which landed in Brajjit’s hands and he grasped it cautiously.
The entire room was silent until Mr. Smith spoke. “There you go Brajjit. Take her for a spin” he said with a wry smile. “Please, take a seat everybody.”
The Champions complied instantly and continued to fixate their collective gaze on the powerful young boy.
Mr. Smith nodded to Dylan again and Dylan shifted his eyes towards the massive wall of weapons. A strange looking hand gun unsheathed itself from its holster and floated across the room directly in front of the Champions. Instinctively Travour threw his sizable frame in front of Analia who was seated beside him. Although she was concerned about the floating handgun in front of her she welcomed the feel of Travour’s massive arm against her and smiled up at him, a smile he didn’t notice as his eyes were focused on the weapon hovering in front of him.
“This is the Fire Fly. A gun designed to the highest standards of firepower and functionality. It was developed by some of the brightest minds in weaponry” said Mr. Smith in a matter of fact tone. He then nodded once more to Dylan.
At that instant the gun stopped rotating and the clip fell to the floor. Then the scope fell followed by the hundreds of tiny individual pieces the Fire Fly was comprised of.
“This is what Dylan can do to a dangerous firearm” said Mr. Smith flatly.
Dylan returned to his mother and sat beside her as Mr. Smith addressed The Champions once again.
“Dylan is one of only two known genetic hybrids, each of whom possess startling powers. He is an amazing kid and his powers are mesmerizing, beautiful and scary all at the same time. One day he will meet his counterpart who we fear is in the hands of our enemies. Until that day he needs you to protect him and keep him out of harm’s way. His powers will only continue to develop and strengthen and we are helping him work towards that but you must remember that he is still just a boy, albeit a remarkable one. That is it for today Champions please take the remainder of the day to get to know Dylan.”
Reisha leapt from her chair and ran towards Dylan snatching him up in her arms and planted a big kiss on his forehead. “We have got your back baby boy! Don’t worry your sweet little head!” Dylan smiled and hugged her back after he got over the initial shock of her reaction. The rest of The Champions all had their chance to say hello to Dylan and his mother. Brajjit and Shailan seemed to be asking as many questions of Dylan’s mother as they did of Dylan.
A half an hour later Mr. Smith re-entered the hangar with a strained look on his face.
“I’m sorry but the remainder of the meet and greet will have to wait. Please take your seats. I just received a call from Warren Goldstein who has been informed by President-elect Carver that as of 14:52 this afternoon the State of New York has filed for bankruptcy. As a result all public sector employees have walked of the job, including the police. A state of emergency has been declared and New York City has contacted the White House to request that the National Guard be deployed to keep the peace. The White House citing its own economic restraints had denied the request. As we speak the citizens of New York are under siege and fearful for their safety as the criminal elements that we discussed earlier today have taken to the streets looking to cash in on the chaos. All banks and even the stock exchange have locked their doors in fear. In short, we are in the midst of a city-wide breakdown of massive proportions. Training in weaponry and logistics will have to wait. Combat gear is in your lockers so suit up. We are wheels up in 20 minutes, and remember a champion is someone who gets up even when they can’t.
(To be continued…)
That’s it for now! The next story will be published soon. We will continue publishing stories every week leading up to the anticipated Project-X announcement.
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