Camp Terror – Tracking

Following on Erin’s orders, Ollie was busy searching through the horde of imprisoned holiday makers, trying to find the location of his adopted niece who Erin maybe saw…Ollie wasn’t too happy about that, especially as the thing he hated the most was being in a large crowd of people. He eventually found her close to another small gap in the fence which the terrorists were guarding extremely well. Connie’s adopted mother was being dragged away a couple of rather ugly goons.

Connie was watching on in horror, her eyes glowing redder and redder and redder. Suddenly Ollie stepped out from the crowd of people and yelled at the terrorists, gaining their attention and a laugh or two from the two guarding terrorists. “You should watch who you attack,” Ollie snarled, his mind analysing the situation in overdrive as his Protector instincts kicked in for the first time ever.

            “What’s a little kid like you going to do to four grown adults like us,” Billy asked. Billy was a gruff looking individual who looked like he was from China, and then grew up in the middle of Africa. Why the hell he had come to England was beyond Ollie.

            “Um…we took him with the girl who Carl cut the finger off of,” his fellow terrorist noted.

            “So you’re NCIS?” he chuckled. “I thought you’d be taller. But I guess that isn’t to be expected considering the height of your friend.”

            “What do you know about Connor?” Ollie snarled.

            “Quite a lot. I was one of the three people to get him to give himself up as an NCIS agent,” Billy smiled evilly.

            “Then you should know to quit whilst you are a head,” Ollie chuckled as he finally decided to put to use the full range of abilities that he had gained from Tom during the emergency blood transfusion when he was younger.

However, without intending to, he unlocked them too far and caused his hair and eyes to suddenly wash over with a sea of red, and then he formed a ball of temporal energy within the palm of his hand and set to work on clearing out the hostiles.

His sudden change in appearance stalled them, allowing for him to get in and get a clean hit on both the guards before he turned his attention to Billy and his buddy, both of whom had dropped their arm of the women they were abducting and drawn their guns and were in the process of pointing them straight at Ollie’s head.

            “Try it,” Ollie smiled, unnerving the two terrorists, although they fired their weapons anyway. Much to Ollie’s amusement as he was able to bring his hand up at neck breaking speeds to form a force field between him and the bullets, much to the amazement of the two terrorists, Connie, Gemma and Claire.

Then he was gone.

Then the terrorists were dust.

Then he was still next to Connie.

            “How much do you remember?” Ollie asked.

            “Its easy to wipe people’s memories, but it is far harder to wipe stolen memories,” Connie replied cryptically. “I remember everything Emma, Maddi, mum and dad remember. And more so.”

            “That’s handy,” Ollie smiled as he relaxed, allowing his hair and eyes to return to their natural black and green colours respectively.

            “Nice trick,” Connie laughed.

            “What?” Ollie questioned.

            “You can make your hair and eyes go pure red,” Connie explained realising that Ollie hadn't realised the change that had occurred. “But why would control over time do that to you and not Emma or Tom or even Geoff?”

Gemma and Claire were stood just out of sight, having watched the entire incident unfold. “How can he do that?” Gemma asked, shocked at Ollie’s use of force fields.

            “We are certain that Tom is alive…right?” Claire questioned further.

            “Yes,” a voice came through their watches. “I am certain that Tom is still alive. Why the hell that boy has his powers is beyond me. But Tom is alive.”

            “Should we…?” Gemma asked.

            “No,” the voice on the other end of the call replied. “I know what you are going to say and the answer is no. They cannot know yet. Not until we are sure about what is happening.”

*****

Erin had been search for what felt like days, but in fact had only been two hours. She had managed to reach the river without incident, but once she hit the river she suddenly realised that she had to deal with a megatonne of hostiles as they all patrolled the river banks. “Finding Tom just got a whole lot harder,” she complained quietly to herself as she kept to the shadows with a spike in her hand, ready to fight if necessary.