Harmonizer's Evolution (Balancer's Soul cycle) (90 page)

Before Sorono used his telepathy,
Connor
used Liquid to gather the
moisture in the air and washed his
mouth out.
“Today has finally and unfortunately arrived. Are you sure about this plan of yours?”

“I am. We do not have time to wait. You and I know that. Do you remember what you are to do?”

Sorono sighed and reconnected his predatory gaze upon
his sibling
.
“Indeed. I shall awaken our fighters in a few minutes. Upon your signal, all of us will join
up with
you. We will stay hidden in the outskirts until then.”

Before anything else happened
,
Sorono knelt down and offer
ed
his hand.
Connor
smiled and shook
the clawed
index finger. In a whisper
he
said “I will see all of you very soon.
Good luck.” Sorono
smiled and his expression
said
to do the same.

Connor
turned aro
und and leapt. Using Pressure, he
began flying.

Once air-born he
gained
a respectable amount of
altitude until
the city and streetlights illuminated
the dark ground. The cool morning air helped remove the fog
of
f
his
mind and it aided
his
focus
on the task at hand
. He
then followed the
winding
roads that led towards Washington D.C.
and towards
the soon to be
battlegrounds.
This was
Connor’s
first time
at the nation’s capital
, but this wasn’t
the time to be visiting. It is
on the eve of war. Only a few even knew what
i
s really going on and the humans were
entirely
oblivious to what approach
ed
.

Once he
made it into the city
,
many of the landmarks were easy to recognize from the history books and TV
shows
.
He
saw the Smithsonian,
L
inco
l
n Memorial, Washington Monument and many other well known sights.
The journey reached fruition when Connor
began hovering high above a very special place
and
it was very special building in the history of America
.

The White House.

Over the past few months
Connor has been racking his
brain on how to save as many lives as possible.
He
researched what needed to aid
his
plan and this was
the
only logical solution to it all.
He’s
gone through ev
ery scenario and they almost always
point
ed
to a
correct decision.
They
were
already on the defensive, but they
couldn’t handle two enemies at once and this would help
on one
end.

Connor
focused only a single flow of energy down
his
right leg to conserve energy while also maintaining
a hovering
position.
His
eyes stayed glued to the lit city beneath
him. His
only focus was looking for
a certain kind of
movement.

Now ther
e
was
only one thing to do…
wait
.

When the sun first made itself known,
his
patience finally paid off. There was mo
vement below. From this height Connor
counted fourteen dots begin
ning
their
daily
routine.

He
now flowed energy down both legs and began descending towar
ds the earth
quickly. Before making his
presence known
,
he
flew ju
st close enough to search for the
target. Within seconds
of the
search
he
thought;
T
here you are.
He
grinned like Kara
when she finds something interesting
, and started the
plan.

In
his hours of research Connor
found
out
that
the
target does
a
daily run
in the early morning
. He is
always
accompanied by guards that would give their lives
for him
without a second thought
or hesitation
. This is the only time he will be out in public until nightfall.
This was
Connor’s
only viable chance.

The
target
i
s the President of the Unites States.

He
judged and simulated everything one final time before cutting
his
energy.

Connor
dropped
from
several hundred feet and landed solidly on the White House grounds.
The
landing was perfect and made the impact that
he desired because he
landed not twenty feet from the President and his escorts of the Secret Service.
The solid impact made a sound that reverberated off solid objects to announce
Connor’s
arrival
even
more dramatic.
They all stopped dead in their tracks and it took only
five seconds until they began to react.

In this lighting
, to the humans,
it must have looked like a sh
adow appeared out of nowhere. His
presence wasn’t expected nor would it be left unattended
to
for very long. In
this particular
landing
,
Connor
had broken who knows how many laws. The sun hadn’t risen
high enough
so that meant he
couldn’t be seen properly. Right now things were just beginning to get interesting.

Each man besides the
target
stood
in a business-like suit to run with the leader of the American people. Even under their suits
Connor
could see that these men were all in prime physical condition
and carried side-arms
. None wore sunglasses at this hour, but like in the movies they all had
those spiraling
earpieces. Just about every guard
shaved themselves
bald, but that seemed to make their presence known automatically. They would protect the President by
any
means necessary.

The President was surrounded by his protectors, but he was very easy to spot and he was also the real thing and not a decoy. He wore a jogging suit, but his daily run
had been
so short that he didn’t have enough time to break a sweat.

He, like the servicemen, stood in shock at
Connor’s
sudden appearance.

Connor’s
brain
began
moving so fast that they seemed to be moving in slow motion. Despite the
impossible
speed
of
his
mind,
another part of
his
brain was remain
ing
slow enough to understand what they were saying and doing.

A loud
male
voice billowed “Get The President Out Of Here!”

As every man began moving
,
seven of the Secret Servicemen reached into their jackets and pulled out their guns. Within moments each pistol was trained directly on
him
.
No gun wavered at
his
appearance
because these men were trained to react to sudden and unforeseen events. What they haven’t comprehended
i
s that nothing in this world could have prepared them for
Connor
.

“Put Your Hands Up
! You Are Under Arrest!” The same man billowed.

While he spoke
,
the rest of the President’s protection detail surrounded him and began running in the opposite direction, back to the
safety of the
White House. Their feet crunc
h
ing
the grassy ground rang in Connor’s
ears as the guns that were
trained mainly at
his
head,
had their hammers pulled
back in preparation to fire.

Connor
took a solid step forward to get out of the hole
s
that
his landing created. He
spoke calmly and clearly to the
men holding their weapons at him
. “Sorry Boys, but you aren’t worth my time.”

He
ran faster than their human eyes could follow as
he
rounded the runners and stopped in the same distance
that
he
used in
the
original arrival
. Twenty feet
seemed
more than sufficient
to carry out the plan
.

Then he
heard
the billowing man yell
“Hey! Where!
?
”

“Over here, Gentlemen!” Connor
announced
clearly
.

The runners almost tripped over themselves once they saw who stood in front of them. The men who only recently had their weapons drawn on
him turned slowly to see his
new position. Their expressions were priceless as they tried figuring out what exactly just happened. They quickly came to the conclusion this wasn’t possible
, but they still had a job to do
.

He remained
completely still as everyone in the group with a gun had drawn them specifically for
him
.
Connor
grinned playfully
at the honor
and then said “I’m sorry, but those peashooters won’t have any effect on me.” Then
his
sights set upon the Commander and Chief. “Mr. President, I wish that we could speak on friendlier terms, but there are events about to unfold that you must hear about. I would like to request that you come with me so that we may speak.”

Behind the phalanx of Secret Servicemen the President finally spoke calmly and with a clear head. He must be used to
stressful
situations more frequently than the media portrays. “I do not know you nor do I understand what you want.
You have tre
spassed in my home and that can
not and will not be tolerated.
You are in serious trouble if you think you can come in here, alone, and demand anything.”

He
didn’t mean it
in this way
, but Connor
burst out in
a fit of
laughter and it startled everyone
in the group. Once he
regained composure
Connor
saw that several of the s
ervicemen whispering
into microphones inside their jackets.
They were calling in reinforcements.
With
his
laughin
g under control his
tone rang with the authority of a Harmonizer. “Mr. President, you seem to severely overestimate your standing with me. I asked you to come with me willingly, but I didn’t say you could just leave
my presence
. One way or another you
will
hear me out
.”

Things had gone down
the path of
his
four thousand and eleventh
mental
simulation, and now it was time to go through with the rest of the plan.

After taking a step forward
Connor
saw one of the servicemen squeeze his trigger and a
recent
memory
of
his
appeared.