"I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!"
By; Speaker Gerald A. Polley
The Ancient One and his companions had had some
good hunting. The energy was good, and half of them could
remain in their bodies while the other half was on the prowl.
They had returned from the far east where they had completed an
important mission when they stopped in an east coast city.
It was a beautiful, clear, fall morning. The bright sun gave them
problems, but they stayed to shady areas.
"This won't take long!" The Ancient One remarked,
"Something I've been trying to take care of for quite a
while, but an opportunity has not presented itself."
He went to a pay phone and dialed a number, then, in a totally
different voice said "Meet me in tower 1, in a half an hour.
It's important! I don't CARE how inconvenient it is.
Come! Now!"
He hung up the phone and dialed another number, and in yet
another voice gave virtually the same message. This time,
there was no argument. Again, he repeated the process.
"There!" he said, hanging up the phone. "Now
all we have to do is wait. Come on!"
He led his friends to the tallest building in the city, and they
took position in one of its hallways, viewing the city, below.
The Ancient One took on his human form and civilian dress.
His companions followed suit without instructions.
"Become visible when I do!" The Ancient One
remarked. "But be prepared to leave on a moment's
notice. When I say go, transfer to that roof down there in
the shaded area."
His companions nodded. Three men arrived in expensive suits,
the eldest among them looking very distinguished. A few
minutes later three more men arrived. "What did you
want?" the eldest of the first party snapped. "I was
busy! Why did you call me?"
The leader of the other group looked shocked! "I didn't
call you!" he argued, "You called me!"
"I didn't call you!" the other man insisted.
A third party approached and the leader among them, a very
beautiful elder woman snapped, "And I suppose you didn't
call me!"
The other two men looked at her. "What is going on
here?" the first elder snapped.
The Ancient One and his friends became visible. The elder
saw him and snapped "I should've known! It's YOU! What
do you want?"
"Merely that you be here," The Ancient One answered,
"at this time. I have told you repeatedly, to leave my
world, to leave my people alone. You haven't got the
message. Now, I have to deal with the problem."
The elder chuckled. "And how are you going to do that?"
he asked.
The Ancient One pointed out the window, and snapped to his
companions "GO!" In moments they reappeared on
the roof below. As they looked back to where they had been,
a plane slammed into the building on the exact floor where they
had been standing! Debris began to fly everywhere, and fire
erupted.
"By The Hammer Of Thor!" The Ancient One's male
companion cried. "You caused THAT?"
"No," The Ancient One answered, "just took
advantage of it to rid myself of a little problem, to rid the
WORLD of a little problem. Come on!"
"That's going to cause havoc!" his female companion
remarked. "Will they be able to put the fire out?
Will they be able to get the people out?"
The Ancient One just looked at her, his expression said more than
words. "Come on!" he insisted, "Let's
get back to our bodies. When news of this reaches them they're
going to need all their strength."
"Well, at least it's over!" his male companion remarked.
The Ancient One shook his head. "It's not over,"
he answered, "it's only begun! It's only started.
We're going to have a lot of work in the next few days. Let's
go. I don't want to be here for the rest, I don't want to
see the rest. We'll see it enough, as it is, over and over
again."
They quickly sped home. As The Ancient One reentered his
body, a coworker rushed up. "They're saying on the
radio a plane hit one of the towers!"
"Really?" The Ancient One asked. "Some
kind of accident?"
"They don't know!" the worker answered. A few
minutes later she returned. "Another plane hit the
other tower!" she cried. "It's an attack!
They believe they're going after the capitol, too! They say
we're at war!"
"Oh, no!" The Ancient One cried. But to
himself he thought, "We've been at war for quite a while,
just nobody knew."
When he got home his wife asked, "Couldn't we have stopped
this? Couldn't we have prevented it?"
"Yes," The Ancient One answered, and then he
would say no more. He didn't have to say any more. He
only watched the scene he had already witnessed over and over
again, saying to himself, "Yes, we could have stopped it,"
and sometimes, wishing that he had.
Back on the east coast three groups were contacting some of their
friends far away and saying "We're done. We're out of
here! Come and get us. We don't want to be next!"
The Ancient One had won, but he had won at a terrible, terrible
cost.
THE END