Magic Children

Chapter 14 Ural Mountains, Russia - Angel

"Do not take its muzzle off."
I feel myself hit snow as I am ungraciously shoved from the helicopter. I groan a little, and am shocked for good measure. The electrodes on my wrists, ankles, chest, and neck all tingle in anticipation of sending me into another spasm from the absurd amount of volts.

It's so cold here. I don't dare raise my head because they'd only shock me again for it. Instead I lie there in the snow, bound, gagged, and in my jumpsuit, freezing to death.

"Right."

"I'm being serious. You can take one wrist cuff off if you want it do something, but other than that, the restraints stay on."

"Right."

"It's Geneva convention. It poses a clear risk to any and all civilians around him."

"Right."

"Here are the codes, don't let it know where you have those now."

"Right. Doesn't he come with a jacket---or boots?" that's a woman's voice, not American. Who are they giving me to?

"Believe me, that thing doesn't get cold." There's the sound of the helicopter whirring as my convoy prepares to leave me here. I remain lying the snow. These new people have the remotes and they'll probably shock me to see if it works.

"Here---get up and breath, can you breathe in that thing?" that's a man's voice. Someone steps behind me and unsnaps the silver muzzle from my face.

I straighten up, cautiously. A man and a woman, in full snow gear, fur jackets, hats, and mittens, stand in front of me. They're also wearing snow shoes. They're both armed with both electric guns and real guns.

"Who are you?" I ask, rubbing my sore face with the back of my hand.

"They didn't tell you anything?"

"Typical."

"We're MI-6, and that's about all you are going to know," the guy shrugs.

"You've been requisitioned by us from your people," the woman says.

"We used to have a psychic about as good as you or so and we'd used him."

"Except we're not allowed to anymore."

"Geneva Convention."

"He 'unlawfully weaponized' himself'."

"Yeah."

"Bloody helpful if you ask me."

"Or me."

"But we can't."

"But we can borrow you from the Americans."

"And they don't have laws about unlawful weaponization 'cause they say you don't exist."

"So we can use you."

"Okay," I say, breaking my wrist cuffs.

"Now, they told us about you. I didn't read all of it—"

"Neither did I."

"But they said you could teleport and such which is fantastic—"

"And we understand you want to go home but—"

"We're in the middle of the Ural mountains—"

"So you can't actually go anywhere—"

"Goodbye," I say, and then I break the rest of the restraints and warp---as far away as I can.

I'm still in the middle of snow covered blowing mountains nothing.

I warp again.

Again.