The Man From Mars - Episode Forty Five

   "Why?" I asked a distraught Tiny. "What's the big deal?"
   Again, a Filipino man's voice comes over the intercom of the jet and says, "Commencing defensive protocols."
   With that I hear, coming from the back of the plane, the sound of little rockets being fired.
   At first, it reminds me of loud bottle rockets being released, then comes the noise of hundreds of really noisy sparklers.
   It must have been hundreds of these defensive sparklers going off. It was loud enough to hear them inside the jet plane.
   But Tiny didn't seem to care. Shacking me by the shoulders he says, "You may have just murdered, maybe hundreds of innocent people."
   I kind of look at him crossed eyed.
   My perplexed look told Tiny, that I didn't understand what he was talking about.
   Interrupting, the Filipino man's voice is heard, once again, throughout the fuselage.
   "Tiny." Says the confused pilot. "I believe the missile has been diverted away from us and is heading in the same general direction of where it came from."
    Tiny, still holding onto me, drags me up the aisle and tosses me back into the original chair I was in when we took off.
    "Stay." Is all he says to me.
    He then leaves the passenger compartment and heads up to the cockpit.
    Of course I took offense to the fact he was starting to treat me like a dog.
    "Stay my ass." I bravely whisper to no one. 
    I wouldn't exactly say that I crawled to the cockpit door. More like I inched my way forward, listening for any noises or voices, that I might overhear. To understand what was going on.
    Just outside the cockpit door, which hadn't been closed properly, there was a crack where I could peak inside and hear Tiny and the Filipino man talking.
   "Does the computer tell you exactly where the missile will hit?" Asks an excited Tiny.
   "It has calculated the trajectory of the missile will fall short of its launch pad." Says the now calm Filipino pilot. "It looks as if it will land on the Military's base housing."
   "Damn." Tiny says. "Can we shoot it out of the sky?"
   "The computer says we will be too late. The missile will hit before ours can take it out."
   Tiny looks really pissed at this moment, then tells the pilot, "He does not understand the power of the amulet. Especially while he is under duress. He has no idea the amount of innocent lives that will be lost because of him."
   I was worried about Tiny for a few minutes. Here was a man, who had no qualms when he took the life of Akela. A fellow Atlantian. But now I understood better. He was worried about innocent lives.
   Collateral damage.
   If I hadn't been sick so much lately, I surely should have been now.
   I thought about what he had said. Unwittingly, with my anger, I turned the missile around.
   We were safe, but the families in the base housing were not. They had nothing to do with our fight. Tiny only killed people who were trying to kill us. He was very aware, and very concerned about collateral damage. About the lives of innocent people.
   I felt so distraught, I'm sure I looked as green as a lime.
   That's when Tiny noticed me and said, "Get in here."
   It was a command I followed willingly. Not as a puppy, but as a human being.
   "I need you to explode the missile now!" Tiny orders me. "Explode it now!"
   "But I don't know how?"
   "Think about all the innocent people who are about to die! Imagine how you are going to feel after it is all over! Use these emotions to destroy the missile now!" He screams.
   I don't know why. Maybe it's from watching all those fantasy TV programs, movies, or books I have read over the years. Where someone with mental telepathy or powers, close their eyes to manipulate an object.
   With my eyes closed, I whisper under my breath, "Please. Explode that missile."
   "Not much time left." Tiny says urgently.
   So I scream. With my eyes wide open. Staring at the chem-trail the missile was leaving behind.
   "Explode now!"

To Be Continued.....

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