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anomaly and meets a cowboy asleep on his ranch, in his bed, in the 1850's. ©Jeff Kubitz 2016 - 2017 All Rights Reserved.

Bunkers - Chapter 7 - Song of Angels, Book III

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Asmodeus decided to wait a few minutes and recharge himself. When Rephael touched him with that piece, which was the second time in a day, the piece drained his magical energy like a grounding rod array on a nuclear reactor. Not nearly recovered enough, Asmodeus stepped into the vortex small.

He came out of the new vortex set in Nevada. "Come to me my spawn." he said.

The eleventh was inside of him, and returned to life. Missiles flew into the vortexes but at the moment, the vortexes were able to repel. He did not know how long that would last. His spawn came to life and moved toward him.

"Faster, my children we must flee!"

The soldiers who survived the attack were so busy attending the wounded they did not notice the spawn fly up from the ground or stand and begin to silently move toward their sire as fast as they could.

Medivac choppers came in from the south west. Two Chinooks were with them to pick up the soldiers from the battle and leave others in their place. One of the pilots of the closest of the Chinooks saw the spawn moving toward the east. Then he saw Asmodeus standing in front of the vortex. "Dog eared One, Asmodeus is standing in front of vortex two and his spawn are moving toward him. The spawn are nearly to him. Over."

"Bring up vortex two." The General said. He looked and spotted Asmodeus, "There he is, hit that vortex and him with everything we have."

"Yes sir." Targeting replied. All they needed to do was click their screens and the information was sent to fire control. Within thirty seconds, munitions were launched. "Two minutes to impact sir."

"Do we have any armed air assets closer?" the General asked.

"Not close enough to make it before the missiles sir." Targeting replied.

"Send them in anyway, maybe we will get lucky." The general said. "What is the status on that Ford Explorer?"

"Still alone and heading south on U.S. 93," the drone surveillance officer reported.

"Report any changes immediately." the general ordered.

"We could notify the Nevada State Troopers to make an arrest on the highway," the officer suggested.

"Notify them of the position of the Explorer, keep them informed, but I was hoping, the POV would join up with others. But if it appears that it is solo. Yes. Have them make an arrest."

Nelika, the high priestess, had seen nothing following, not even after turning south onto the highway. Because she was not being chased, she was driving the legal speed, which was sixty-five. She would not attract attention or panic. She meant to go straight to the Las Vegas Airport, buy a ticket, and disappear from the United States. She had no doubt the military would destroy this secondary set of vortexes.

Asmodeus looked up in the sky. He was aware missiles would strike soon, "Faster my spawn, faster!" One by one, they entered him, became a part of him. All back into him, he ran back into the vortex and was gone. Missiles pounded the whole area mere seconds after he left.

"Damn, he escaped again!" the general cursed.

Nelika saw two Nevada State Trooper cars block the highway ahead maybe three-quarters of a mile. Two officers were behind the hoods of their SUV's with shotguns drawn. "They have parked where there is no way to drive around them on the side of the road." She said to herself. She saw lights flashing behind her, it was another patrol car closing in from behind.

She did not panic but drove normally right up to the SUV in her lane and stopped. There was a small chance they were not looking for her and if they were, she was a high priestess for a very good reason. She rolled down her window.

"Exit the vehicle please with your hands up!" One of the troopers said.

Nelika did exactly as she was told and asked, "What is this all about officer?"

The car approaching from the rear came to a stop and the officer pulled his pistol and exited the car. He walked to Nelika, "Place your hands on the hood of your car and I will search you."

"What is this all about," she asked with her hands on the hood.

"We are placing you under arrest." The officer behind her said and then he started to frisk her. As he touched her, she placed a spell of total control on him. He took his pistol and marched forward to the other two.

"Pete, arrest her." One said and the other asked, "What are you doing?"

He quickly raised his pistol and shot them both, then he shot himself in the head.

"General, did you see that?" the drone surveillance officer said.

Nelika lifted her hands from the hood and walked around the open door of her Explorer and sat inside. She started the engine and backed up around the vehicle parked behind her. Then she turned around. She just passed a side road back a short ways that might allow her to go around this hill blocked by the troopers, SUV's.

"Get more personnel ahead of that woman and don't lose her." The general ordered.

Just like she thought, the side road turned into a road parallel to the highway and before she knew it, she was back on route to Las Vegas.

Asmodeus stepped out of the vortex into the Kalahari.

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