The Other Side – Part 2
Woodford, New South Wales
Continued from yesterday …
‘Computer engineers? That sounds a long way from Utopia?’
‘Utopia? We are not creating Utopia. Computers are necessary to create a world where everyone can learn, communicate and prosper. We lost many of our creative people and why should they be wasted in your doomed Earth?’
Margaret saw the two uniformed men were closing in and presented a final question.
‘How will you get them to your … home?’
‘We estimate there will be approximately one thousand people to transfer. We have one hundred people from the other side here to arrange the journey, and most of the dreamers have been chosen. It is a painless, quick and simple procedure.’
Margaret smiled as the men arrived beside their seat.
‘Of course I am not one of them.’
‘Of course not Margaret – I already knew that.’
Elijah looked up at the men with a look of resignation.
‘I’m ready to go with you now. I had to reason with someone of note. I feel for the people on this side, and maybe … just maybe, there is a chance they could turn the clock back and repair the damage.’
Lifting him from the seat, one of the men looked at Margaret apologetically.
‘Sorry Lady. We’ll get him back to hospital. He didn’t take his medication and he ran off the rails.’
‘That’s okay. We had an interesting conversation in any case. Goodbye Elijah.’
Elijah held his hand-cuffed arms towards her and she shook his hands gently, and the trio moved away towards the other side of the garden, then disappeared from sight.
Margaret turned to pick up her book when she realised Elijah had left his small leather bag on the seat. Picking it up to see if it contained any address or a cell phone, she found only a slim metallic cylinder with a pulsing orange light and three buttons. Pressing one of the buttons she was aware of a sound not unlike the approach of a thousand bees, and her whole body tingled; as if she had touched a faulty light switch. She cried out in panic, pushed the button again, and dropped the cylinder.
‘Ma’am are you alright? We’ve been looking for you. You really shouldn’t come here unaccompanied.’
Margaret caught her breath and looked up at the black man leaning down towards her. Dressed in black suit and sunglasses, his concerned look was replicated by his associate standing beside him. Margaret leaned down and picked up the cylinder.
‘Come with me. This is important. Over behind those trees you may see two men in whitish uniforms leading another smaller man away. I want them brought to me.’
‘But Ma’am, we really should go bac …’
Margaret stood and with her voice now demanding obedience, she harshly repeated the order.
‘Caleb! I said I want them brought to me … fucking now!’
Margaret’s two security officers sprinted off in the direction of the trees and Margaret ran in pursuit. Five mile runs every morning ensured she wasn’t far behind them. Reaching the grove of trees she heard Caleb shout an order.
‘Throw your weapon down. I won’t say it again.’
Elijah and his captors stood before the security guards, while one of the captors held up a cylinder similar to the one in Elijah’s bag. Margaret held up her hands to Caleb.
‘Caleb. Don’t shoot – that’s an order.’
Elijah held up his bound hands and smiled at Margaret.
‘They have to take me back to the hospital. I really shouldn’t have come here at all and told you all those crazy things.’
One of Elijah’s captors pushed Elijah roughly.
‘He’s crazy for sure. I suppose he told you all that rubbish about another dimension, and how your Earth is going to end soon? He’s done it before.’
Margaret glared the captor down.
‘You don’t have to treat me like a dummy. I believe he’s telling the … truth.’
Caleb touched her arm and gave her a look of concern.
‘Ma’am, please let us handle it.’
Margaret pushed him away.
‘Take me with you. I want to meet your leaders on the other side.’
Elijah’s captor shook his head and held out the cylinder and pushed the button.
‘I see our work here is finished.’
The air in the grove sung with the vibrations emanating from the cylinder, while Elijah and his captor’s bodies began to pulsate. Caleb shouted and fired his weapon, but the bullets failed to penetrate the invisible shield protecting the trio. Margaret and her security team moved their hands to their ears to alleviate the humming, when it stopped in an instant and Elijah and his captors were gone.
Caleb turned to Margaret for some kind of explanation, but she waved him off and bade them to follow her back through the park to her seat, where she picked up her belongings and placed Elijah’s cylinder into the little leather brown bag. Turning to Caleb she smiled and touched his arm.
‘Thank you Caleb, I can always depend on you. Please don’t ask me any questions of what just took place.’
‘Yes Ma’am.’ Margaret softened a little.
‘You studied theology once I believe.’
‘That’s right. I didn’t want to do it for a career though. You have a question Ma’am?’
‘I do. Do you know the meaning of the name Elijah.’
‘Theology 101. Elijah was a Hebrew prophet who they say will return to warn us before the end of days on Earth.’
Margaret stroked the crucifix hanging around her neck.
‘Interesting. Very interesting. We should go back to the office – we have important work.’
‘Very well Ma’am.’
Margaret Armstrong, Secretary of State, and her two security officers, walked through President’s Park towards the Whitehouse. Margaret knew that the other side existed, but she was unsure if Elijah was a prophet or totally insane. She held the little bag that held the answer a little bit tighter.
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