Page 17 of Citiali: Teach
MB: “Roger.”
Teller: “I’m picking up chatter. Mucimi, stop the warning. Justice, this is you, Brother.”
Mucimi: “Done. No internet, or electric to more than overhead lights.”
Justice: “Good job. We need you on FBI for the paper then transport for us. On my one, Citiali. Three-two-one.” He makes me smile saying it as one word.
Me: I throw heat, then hit the glass with my hand and watch the glass spider. A push has it falling so I can reach in and open it. “No one is close in front of us.” Turning, I see Teller, Brothers in navy gear and dogs. I don’t ask who’s flying thechopper. “Glad you made it. We’re in,” I say right after Justice. No one answers, just the way I like it.
MB: “Protect, yellow. Harky is control, find me when you’re done.”
Me: One of the bigger dog’s barks softly once reminding me of the Presidents that you don’t fuck with. “Zeus, do that in blue.” The other impressive dog does the same thing then he’s gone with four dogs and four Brothers following him around the next right turn. Prometheus and his crew of dogs and Brothers stay with us on the main aisle until his turn comes up. “Touch.” MB holds my sleeve. I push to the red section. These are CIA workers with Badass and Indians mixed up in their shit. The first gunshot has me slowing. “Open. Readied.”
LP: “Bend, VP Citiali.”
Me: I bend but Alder is already sliding down my back. He still has his gun in hand making me feel better about this. Justice said he’s a top Protector and I helped with a trafficking Op in Texas hearing about the Little President’s ninja training but seeing that gun has me relieved. “You’re shielded even away from me. Make every shot count, Brothers.” They both throw chin. Opening this door is a matter of turning the handle. While lights are on, its backup and doesn’t include the keycard access Mucimi and Zeke disabled. ‘Entering red.’ I throw to Prez. He doesn’t comment. First look shows guards pointing guns our way. I roll black through moving forward.
MB: “I’m the first block.”
Me: I nod and keep moving. Mase shows beside me with fire on his arms. “Glad you made it.”
Mase: “I’m transport and on LP so we’re not here longer than an hour. Mucimi will bounce between us and Justice. Go, Brother. The doors we need were unlocked before they cut the power.” He follows Alder to the aisle on the left. This is set up like half a pie cut into three pieces.
Me: I keep going straight, opening doors as I walk. While Indian languages are my specialty, I do own Babbel and speak Russian. “Come, line up.”The inmates don’t look well and move slowly but they move. I make the end of this side and open less doors going back up toward the intersecting corridors. Standing in the center, I speak to all the people in the three lines while Mase and Alder are still working down theirs. It’s the reason Alder had that corridor.
Me: “My name is Citiali Nanyehi. I’m part of Badass here to rescue you. The CIA asked for our help but we’ll be landing in Badass secured areas. You will be safe and free to move throughout Badass Security Council areas. If you choose to go back to the CIA, we will transport you to them. Badass members can stay or be transported with us.”
Woman: “NO!” I see a man openly crying behind her.
Me. I nod sending a blast of calm out. “This is your choice. We have a plane that will transport you outside of Georgia to wash, change and eat. From there we’ll fly back to the US where we can keep you safe and free. Someone will explain all Badass options open to you.” I don’t know if they want that or need it but say it.
Older man: “We have no papers.”
MB: “We’ll get you papers.” I’m surprised he speaks Russian without the French accent.
Zeke: ‘Citiali! Help the shield!’
Me: I push energy feeling my back in movement. “Done.” The people in front of me skitter back to the walls, bumping into anyone behind them. A couple fall over. “Stop!” The Russian word causes a freeze. “I’m Indian with ability or gifts as they’re called. Relax. Mase! We need to get them out.”
Mase: He runs from the back causing more people to shy away. This isn’t working very well. His arms are on fire. “I can take maybe ten.”
Me: I shake my head. “MB, get them on the looped rope. I’ll take them and be right back.”
Mucimi: “I got it. You need to hold the shield. Zeke is healing.”
Me: These people are weirded right the hell out but we don’t have time. “Mucimi is Mohegan and gifted. He’ll get you to the plane.” I push energy to him and more than three quarters of the people are gone. “Fuck me.”
Mase: He laughs. “I can take these. Alder needs help. Take a loop on the rope, I’m not Mucimi.” He tells the inmates.
Me: I’m shocked when the people left against the wall stumble to the rope. “I’ll push. Go.” I send energy and he’s gone.
Prez: “Jesus, Mucimi is back with Justice. Get the rest of them, Brother. I see why you’re there.”
Me: I’m glad he does but don’t ask him to explain it to me. I can ask later. Now, I find MB and Alder with two men and a woman on the floor of a cell. “I can help heal.”
LP: “Thanks you help to me. Medical supply to plane. Dehydrate to all, these starve, beat.” I move my hand in a circle and sit pushing energy to the three. I’m not a healer like Zeke and the other Princes but I can help.
Aiyana: “I am with you. Send energy. I will direct it.”
