George screamed, “Please don’t drop me.”
The Legman laughed. “Enjoy the moment. You may never experience anything like this again.” The Legman walked higher into the air.
George smiled as he looked up at a cloud that was so close that he could reach his trembling hand into the fog. Then he looked down toward the wrecked cars, some half hidden by green vegetation, deep down in the junkyard. With a bit of giddy excitement in his voice George declared, “It is kind of amazing.”
Hearthville Serial 4
Book 4
A Paranormal Suspense Gangster Horror
By Charles Peters
Copyright 2019
All Rights Reserved
Chapter 8
There was great danger as the helicopter continued to track the red van.
George walked to where Nat had remained seated at the doorway of the helicopter. George strapped himself into the harness. He sat down next to Nat. His and Nat’s legs dangled out of the helicopter.
The pilot Karl Borloft told everyone to fasten themselves down. They did as they were told. Arthur gave Karl a nod and a wink. He liked the sound of his assistant taking charge.
Karl called someone on the radio. “Do you have the positioning of the helicopter.”
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A woman’s voice replied, “I do.”
Karl said, “I am going to fire a bird drone out of the helicopter. Its heading is experimental-arz-w34-beta7. Do you have its reading?”
“One second.” There was a minute of silence. “I do. I am ready to take control of the drone once you fire it.”
Karl said, “Using the drone, I want you to follow the red van and record its activity. We need to know where Dioson is moving Paulstir.”
The woman said, “Dioson is a witch hunter. The odds are he has equipment that will recognize the drone for what it is. I need to keep the drone out of range of his detectors. The video footage is going to be less clear at the range I will have to maintain.”
Karl gave Arthur a look. He knew Arthur was not going to be happy with what he was about to say. “I’ve got to fly the helicopter in a different direction. I am certain Dioson drove the van into a position to observe our helicopter.”
Arthur was not happy but he didn’t say anything. He trusted Karl had correctly assessed the situation.
The woman said “The drone can do the job of the helicopter but the video is going to be less clear because I have to keep the drone positioned at an undesired distance.”
Karl pressed a keycode into the flight control panel. “Okay. Understood. Firing the drone.” A counter appeared in a 12 inch monitor at the controls. In red numbers showing against a flashing green green screen, a count down began at 30. “The count down has begun.” A compartment opened in the bottom of the helicopter. It appeared as though a large black crow had flown out of the compartment but it was the drone. Karl took a deep breath. “The drone is fired. The big black crow is in the air.”
The woman said, “I have control of it.”
Karl said, “I am flying the helicopter away from the red van. Relay the imaging from the drone to the helicopter.”
Arthur said, “I have the video but she is right. The video is not very clear.”
Daniel leaned in his seat, to see what Arthur was seeing. Daniel said, “The video of the red van is not clear at all.”
Arthur made some adjustments. “This is a little better.”
The woman said, “Dioson is going down into the rock quarry and not the junkyard. He has stopped. The image on my end is popping in and out.”
Arthur said, “On my end as well, but I believe Dioson has stepped out of the van. Well, the van has just started back moving so I guess I was wrong. He is coming out of the rock quarry. He is now going into the back of the Smith Junkyard.”
Arthur screamed, “Fucking hell! Son of bitch. Someone has just shot the drone out of the sky.” Visibly upset Arthur did a whirling motion with his hand. He commanded Karl, “Get this whirly bird turned around and to the junkyard.”
Karl spun the chopper around so hard that it spun twice before zooming back in the direction of the quarry and the junkyard. As the helicopter approached the junkyard the red van sped off.
Arthur did a replay of the video of the drone being shot down. Looking at the video Arthur said, “Dioson has someone working with him or it was his luck of the draw that someone would shoot the drone down. The two shots did not come from Dioson’s position.”
Karl asked, “What should I do? Should I follow the red van or should I land the helicopter for us to begin a search of the junkyard.”
The Legman said, “Victor and I will begin the search of the junkyard. You follow the van.”
Karl said, “I am getting in position to drop the ladder.”
The Legman stood and approached Victor. He told Karl, “I don’t need the ladder.” He told Victor, ” Son, get out of that harness.”
George looked resentful at the Legman. He didn’t like Victor being called son. Still, he quickly stood to get out of the harness. Nat watched.
Nat asked the Legman, “Can you fly like Superman?”
The Legman said, “I don’t need a cape.” The Legman grabbed Victor up into his arms. George screamed as the Legman jumped out of the helicopter and with him in hand. In the air the Legman walked quickly away from the helicopter and higher into the air.
Nat said, “Fuck. Look at that shit. It is not like he is flying. It is like he controls gravity.”
George screamed, “Please don’t drop me.”
The Legman laughed. “Enjoy the moment. You may never experience anything like this again.” The Legman walked higher into the air.
George smiled as he looked up at a cloud that was so close that he could reach his trembling hand into the fog. Then he looked down toward the wrecked cars, some half hidden by green vegetation, deep down in the junkyard. With a bit of giddy excitement in his voice George declared, “It is kind of amazing.”
The Legman released Victor but Victor did not fall. George felt like gravity was nonexistent. “Oh my God. I love this feeling.”
The Legman took Victor back into his reach and holding Victor’s hand began to fly at a very fast speed down toward the junkyard. Then coming to an abrupt halt, a foot above a mound of dirt, they gently landed. As the Legman released Victor, George stumbled down the mound but then regained his footing.
George looked at the Legman standing proud and handsome on the mound of dirt. The Legman held his arm up above his head and wiggled his fingers. The Legman said, “I am not getting a reading of Paulster being here. Paulstir was not left here. I now feel confident of that.”
George said, “But what if you are wrong. I think we should search.” George knew how it felt to die in the boot of a car.
The Legman walked from the mound of dirt. He cocked his head as he noticed grass and bushes had been knocked down, leading to a white, 66 Impala Chevrolet. The Legman and George followed the beaten path. The Legman looked through the opened window at the weathered red and white interior of the car. He saw no sign of anyone in the car. The Legman walked to the boot of the car and touched his finger to the lock. He opened the boot to the car. No one was in the boot but there was a piece of paper that looked as though it had been torn from a coloring book. On the page was a drawing of The Legman and Victor. Dioson had left a note scribbled in red crayon in large letters over the picture in the boot. The note read, “Dumb asses.”
The Legman looked away from the boot and looked around. He didn’t like what he was sensing.
George picked up the note. He stared at it for a moment and then wadded it with the rustling sound of paper. He clutched the balled up piece of paper tightly in his fist. Shaking his head he threw to flit the paper ball into the air. The wadded paper dropped into the boot more like a feather than the speeding bullet George had intended to pitch. George screamed, “I hate Dioson. I want that son of a bitch dead.”
The Legman said, “Now, I am not so sure whether Paulster has been left or is still in the van. I am just not sure. There is magic about. I feel it. I sense it. And that drone did not shoot itself down.”
Feeling abundant caution the Legman dropped to his knees and motioned for Victor to do the same. George dropped to his knees.
The Legman said, “I am putting Billy in danger. I don’t like this.”
The Legman and Victor crawled from the boot to the otherside of the impala that was better guarded by shrubbery and trees. The Legman caused a phone to appear as a hologram that existed between the physical world and the metaphysical world. The Legman spoke into the phone. He said, “Pam, I need a spaceship and a crew at this location as quickly as you can get it here. I need help with something.”
Pam said, “I can not fly it from the outlands to your location without it appearing on the radar of the Witches Council.”
“I understand but there is a Witch Hunter or maybe two that I am going to need to take prisoner.”
Pam exlaimed, “My God! You can not take Witch Hunters prisoners. Do you want an all out war with the Witches Council?”
The Legman said, “We will have our battles. To whether these battles becomes a war, that is up to them. Do I need to call someone else for this mission?”
Pam said, “No sir. I will do as you say. I am just shocked. This is a change. Please do not be angry at me.”
“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to sound angry. But get the spaceship here. This is a serious situation.”
“Will do.”
The phone vanished. The Legman set his eyes on Victor. “While we wait for the spaceship we will search the cars for any sign of Paulstir. There has been magic used here. Paulstir could be hidden from me with the magic that was used. But we have got to be careful. The active witch could still be around.”
George said, “I have no defense.”
The Legman caused a gun to appear. He handed the gun to George. “It shoots magic bullets that can kill mortal and witch alike.” The Legman then used magic to pop all the trunks to the wrecked cars in the immediate area. “Let us search.”
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