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Rescuing the little ones
Moving On
Rescue Unit 1
by animatqua
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| Category: | Fantasy Fiction |
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Posted: | May 12, 2011 Views: 564 |
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Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong language.
The tall Warrior Angel crept on his belly toward the bushes surrounding the elegant embassy garden. The chances he was taking to get the target free put odds against him getting off of the embassy grounds himself. Chako didn't give a damn about odds. He never did. He had his own way of keeping score and making bets.
This time he was laying down credits against the slavers. His foray into their territory was set to call their hand and collect the considerable pot they had on the table. His Warrior skills put enough high cards in his hand to play the game. The rest was mostly bluff, but that was another thing he was good at.
He figured the traitors had more than a few cards that weren't showing themselves. The set up was such an obvious trap, he wondered what else was hiding in the bushes in front of him.
It wasn't the guard animals. He took care of those with a psychic whop up side of their brain. The mechos, too, were disabled thanks to Jimmy and his unbelievable computer skills. There were the trackers to be considered, but his own skills in the field minimized that threat considerably.
Something persisted in nagging at his senses as he continued his slow, cautious movements toward the patio in front of him. He acknowledged the buzzing gnat in his mind but he did not give it more than a cursory nod. His sharp sense of hearing was already absorbing the undisturbed insect bustling around him. The voices rumbling over the top of those sounds ranged from indifferent to bored. Both sources of input told him no one and nothing, at this point, was aware of him.
Yet there was something wrong. The Warrior suddenly felt a thrill of danger running over the hairs on his neck and the ruffled feathers of his wings.
The feeling was so strong he stopped moving. Then he did a slow inventory of his sensory input.
The receptors within his camouflage were already wide open. His head was so low to the ground he saw little more than the dark patches of grass in front of him. The sound intake he assessed earlier already told him his facade was working.
Taste told him nothing more than there was ground beneath him. Touch did not add anything of importance to that. Scents from the flowers and the beverages being consumed did fill in a few more pieces that were useful. The rich smell of chocolate said there was probably a child present. This was confirmed by the higher pitch voice he heard. The lighter aroma of jemma identified a probable adult presence. This, too, was verified in the lower rumble of sound floating over the garden.
These were things he not only expected, but counted on. His patient reconnaissance of the place assured him the target would be present, at this time and in this place, for at least half an hour. There would be one or two adults with her.
Once Chako assessed that opening, he planned around it. The first thing he incorporated into his plans was the waist high bushes surrounding the garden. These, in conjunction with the shadowy perimeter behind them, were enough cover to let him move in close.
The height of his bundled wings was somewhat problematic. Chako dealt with the difficulty by laying them in pre-open position along the sides of his body. This interfered somewhat with the pulling motion of his arms and the pushing motion of his legs. The hindrance was significant to lesser trained Warriors. Chako wasn't happy with the drag, but his father taught him how to deal with it a long time ago.
That, and the pesky double guard marching the perimeter of the embassy territory. The clever maneuvering was designed to throw off any semblance of a routine. Chako knew there was always a routine somewhere in any activity involving disciplined personnel.
It took a month of observing before the Warrior caught onto the subliminal pattern. Once he caught on, it was only a matter of weaving his own agenda into the design. It took a lot of precise planning, but in the end he found enough space to give him a few minutes with only the immediate guards around the girl to contend with.
The seasoned Warrior had enough experience to work all of those things to his advantage. He also had enough savvy to know these were the bread crumbs designed to lead him into the waiting trap. He made use of them anyway. Now that he was so close to his quarry, though, those tidbits were starting to go sour in his stomach.
Moments rushed by as he tried to assess the reason for the acidic turn around. These were moments he did not have to spare. He counted on one well timed move for the snatch and grab when he put the mission together. Now the guard change was about to happen, and he was not close enough to the target to get the job done.
Alternative strategies whirled in the Warriors head. His original plan was a carefully controlled leap from the bushes into the center of the terrace. Once there he would grab the girl and teleport into the air with her. From that point his wings would take over and get them both to a safe house.
Now it looked like two teleportations were going to be involved. One in for the snatch, one out and into the air. That was one too many for any kind of safety margin. Psychic trackers were both powerful and unrelenting. Most of them could catch a particular psychic signature in the snap of a shimmer and follow it until the quarry dropped.
Chako was confident his general psychic signature was scrambled enough to keep those hounds off of his scent for one jump. Only a lame ass incompetent would miss two shimmers, though. The Warrior seriously doubted the slavers had a psychic as powerful as this one being guarded by an imbecile.
He took a moment to look at all of the negatives that were adding up on the mission. He re-calculated his chances for concluding the damn thing successfully. He was ready to scuttle the mission when he heard a soft, childish whimper.
The prickles of danger clawed at him in the sound. He knew what the toad suckers were doing to the girl to make her react that way. He also knew they were using it as bait to draw him in.
Chako fought the urge to charge into the situation and splatter brain matter all over the surrounding area. The action would undoubtedly give him the space he needed to get the girl and himself out of there. The violence, though, would also terrorize the child, perhaps to the point of permanent damage to her psyche.
The Warrior clutched at the grass beneath his hands as the girl's muffled protests escalated to audible sobs. He held himself still, reviling every part of his caution while she began to beg the monsters to stop. He waited, though his very soul wanted to vomit, until the creatures were done with her.
Then, when they were the most exposed and the least on guard, he struck.
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He didn't do a fraction of what he wanted to do to the pieces of shit. He followed his plan instead: one, two throats slit; the girl grabbed up into his arms, and an immediate teleportation into the skies.
He didn't do anything he wanted to for the girl, either. There was no space to rock her and comfort her through the horrible aftermath of her torment. There was no time to hold her head to his shoulder so she could cry out her pain, either.
The tracker on his trail was too good at what she did for him to waste either time or energy on anything but the escape. He used whatever head start he had to try to turn the game back on her instead.
Chako knew he was going to have to burn calories now that he would need later. The Aryan traitor's proximity to him did not give him another choice. He began by attaching some of his energy signature and some of the girl's to a pair of large avian forms a short distance from the area. He had to figure Zania knew who he was. That meant she would be looking for a signature with wings. Chako hoped like hell the birds would catch her attention for at least a few moments.
His next move was to create a shimmer that imitated the vibrations of a psychic heavy worlder. His preference was to attach his signature to a real person. He didn't have time to find one with both power and limited brain function. Using one without power would not attract the Aryan. Using one with awareness would cause more problems than dealing with Zarina.
He caught the essence of a large water creature next. This being, too, received a shot of the fading signatures. Once that was done, he angled his wings to take his body into the winds.
These were favorable when Chako hit them. A series of strong, steady wing flaps took him into a current channeling over the mountains. This was seconds before Zania honed into his scent on the ground.
He debated for a moment then on trying to get to the safe house. It was a bit of bad luck the tracker was snuffling over the ground first. The move threw his grand plan out the space shoots. It also heightened the risk factor for him and the girl.
Add to that he couldn't even begin to guess which false lead she would follow next. Putting those things together with his present aerial position, and the logical escape route was the vortex below him.
The thought curdled in his mind. He hated riding the vortexes. Most of the very few capable of mastering the technique felt the same way. He had to admit they were a fantastic traveling device. Time and space did not exist within them. This allowed the travelers using them to slice through vast distances at a thought.
The physical speed achieved in the anomaly was wonderful. The mind keeping up with that was another issue entirely. The wild rides often left a traveler disoriented for days, sometimes weeks, after the journey.
Chako wondered, briefly, what that miserable side effect was going to do to the girl. His own tracker sense did not allow time for more. Zania's vibrations were too damn close behind him to deliberate any further.
He cursed the traitor and her powerful skills one more time.
"Zania, I get this mission done and I'm makin' it a priority to turn your god cursed ass into space shit!"
Then he dropped into the sucking whirl of energy and let the ride begin.
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Author Notes
Thank you all for helping me to catch those spags. I go over the story after each set of comments and still have a difficult time seeing them.
Your eyes are much appreciated.
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