Page 18 of Citiali: Teach
Me: I throw energy and feel when she moves on to the next person.
MB: “Citiali, some backup for the freaky, Brother.” His mind shows fire. Shit.
Me: “Warrior Princess.”
Aiyana: “Go, shield.”
Me: I push as I’m standing and move to the hall. Mase is flinging fire balls at what looks like Russian soldiers but we’re in Georgia. A few inmates are on the floor plastered against the wall with their heads covered. I roll black through the soldiers and watch the last three fall. “Put the fires out, Brother. We needthese transported. I’m needed with Justice and Zeke.” There’s something odd about the man, no woman that’s watching us from the wall. I push it away and bend for Alder who followed me.
LP: “Boss Mucimi take two. I go to plane on freaky ride.”
Me: “Yeah. Mase, take the last and LP once the fire is out. MB, touch.” He does and I move. “Fuck. Open.” The half pie hallways are full of injured. “Zeke, Justice, I’m sending energy.” I feel them but check the building then feel a split and push energy out. I hope it’s working on the building and the people they’re helping.
Harley: “Freedom had to help with the dogs. Russian security something showed up.”
Me: “Thanks. I can’t look for them with the energy I’m sending out to the building and healers.” She gives me a weird look. “Get them on a looped rope for Mucimi and Mase.”
Teller: “I got it, Harley. Solitary is done. I’m quicker moving than healing and need to get the people ready for the plane.”
Me: I shake my head when the people and Teller are just gone. I didn’t know he could do that.
Harley: “Princes always had more than us but they’re freaky strong now.” She’d be amazed at the Virginia Brothers.
Justice: “Teller, I need your German or Russian or something.”
Me: “He’s transporting. I’m on my way.” I move to his side quickly. An older woman is glaring at him with a baby in her arms. What the hell is a baby doing here? She steps back when she notices me.
Older woman: a bunch of shit comes out but I snag on one word. “Asgina…”, the accent is off but I understand one of my favorite words.
Me: My hand goes up. “Never. More angel than devil. Cherokee.” I say in Cherokee as I move my hair and turn my head.
Old woman: She starts to fall and I put a hand out, stopping that. I have no idea what she’s saying but get the word safe.
Me: “You’re safe now. We’ll get you to safe and free.” I watch her head bob up and down with her tears and wonder if I should take the baby before she crushes it into her.
Justice: He smiles. “I got her, she’s happy and blessed. I don’t know all the words but got that.” His hand calms the woman.
Me: “I think it’s a mashup of Russian and Cherokee, maybe the blue clan. She’s going home.” He gives me a look and I figure I’m done here. I find Harley and MB shooting at whoever the hell the soldier guys are like they’re picking off ducks at a county fair game. There aren’t many and they seem to take turns cuffing the wigglers as the soldiers fall. Nothing is hitting them so it’s good.
MB: “These were badly beaten. Harley said Zeke’s hall is all that’s left.”
Mucimi: “I got them. Two left and the woman he’s healing. The baby is a guard’s. The mother died. The woman wants the baby.”
Me: I have no idea what to say to that so I throw him chin.
MB: “They tortured them. I thought they went through the whole justice system and it’s better now? There were UN sanctions a while back.”
Me: “For most it’s better now. These are Russian Security sent to keep them. This isn’t Georgian officials running it anymore, I guess. Political prisoner means they’d probably be held for a trade.”
MB: “Not CIA. They’re not worth much if no one knows they’re here. No name, no proof of US citizenship.”
Mase: “We have it.” The Brother has my head whipping his way. “FBI just gave the paperwork and passports to Justice.”
MB: “For all of them?” We knew FBI was here but I haven’t seen them or the Virginia Protectors that are covering them.
Mase: “Sixty-three. Four are from here but were seeking asylum from the UK. They were trying to help the CIA head or something. They’re the Badass that drew Prez in. The CIA Head wasn’t leaving here. He’s in rough shape.” He says it like it just is, not a big deal.
Me: I push energy out hoping I never find any of this normal. Prometheus runs in with his bloody dogs and Enforcers behind him. None of this is normal. I push more energy out feeling my back in motion again.
