Truth Trek... page 3
Scene 5
The three incognito angels watched as a circle of school children listened to the words of their role model, Medical Officer, Dixon Marshall, played by a tall, lanky British poster boy named Rich Stevens. He smiled as the children offered him pamphlets, posters and even t-shirts to be signed.
"Are you really a doctor?" a red-haired girl asked as she handed him her convention booklet.
He grinned even more, if that were possible. "No," he replied. "I'm not really a doctor. I'm just... pretending. Who am I signing this for?"
"Sarah," the child replied."
"Ok." He scribbled his John Henry for the 200th time today. "To Sarah... You can be anything you want to be. Just stay away from drugs and street gangs. Best wishes, Rich Stevens."
"Wow!" she squealed. "Wait til my friends see this!"
"Look at that!" Tess huffed. "So much attention for one mortal. It just isn't right."
Monica and Andrew looked at each other, wondering which one would dare to reply to that. Andrew was the brave one this time.
"Um... He is steering the kids away from drugs and street gangs. At least he's trying to influence them for good." He braced himself for a tongue-lashing.
Tess smirked. "Well... maybe. I still think he's taking God's worship away. These kids need to be directed to their Heavenly Father, not some space cowboy playing doctor."
"Why don't you talk to him about it?" Monica piped in.
Tess glared at her. "He's not our assignment. Why would I bother talking to him about it?"
"Oh, I see," Monica said, with a mischievous grin. "You're chicken."
Andrew burst out laughing, but quickly stifled it when Tess threw him a less-than-friendly glance.
"Chicken?" Tess said. "Are you resorting to childish name-calling? I thought you were better than that."
"Nope," Monica continued. "I think you're a Grade A chicken. You're afraid to talk to a space cowboy playing doctor."
It was a childish tactic. She should have ignored it, but Tess' understudy had dropped the gauntlet and she picked it up to save face. "All right," she said. "I'll talk to him."
She turned to the place where Rich Stevens had been signing autographs. He was gone.
Scene 6
"What happened?" Monica asked, curious about the sudden crowd gathered in the lobby of the Convention Centre.
The murmuring voices rose up like the hum of a thousand giant insects. Something was up.
"It's a Klingon," Angus said.
"A Klingon?"
"Yeah. This Klingon was just standing there talking when all of a sudden, he grabbed his chest and fell to the floor," Angus explained.
"Oh my!" Monica gasped. "The poor man."
"Back! Everybody back!" yelled a frantic voice. "Give us some room!"
The crowd began to move backwards like a gigantic ripple on a river.
Back, I said!" the voice urged again. The crowd moved back enough so that Monica and Angus could peer through to the scene on the floor. A security guard was hovering over the man, performing CPR, obvious worry on his face.
"I've called the ambulance!" someone informed him. His face grew more relieved, but still, this man was on the brink of death.
Monica's own face took on a concerned appearance as Andrew appeared beside the man on the floor, invisible to the crowd, but visible to her in glorified form, shining with the presence and power of God. He shrugged his shoulders, letting Monica know that he wasn't yet sure of the man's fate.
"Do... do you see that?" Angus asked, his eyes growing wide as fear rose up to torment him. He grabbed Monica's arm. "We've got to get out of here, Monica!"
"Oh Angus, not now," she implored. "This man is badly hurt."
Angus was losing his faculties to hysteria fast. "No.... no.... you don't understand! It's here! The alien!"
"Angus!" Monica said, almost crossly, if Monica could ever be cross. "It's not real! There are no aliens!"
"I tell you... there are... there are. Right there! The alien is coming to take that man on the floor! Help! Somebody help him!"
Suddenly, a light bulb went on in Monica's head. "You mean... Andrew?" she asked, shocked. "Angus... you can see him?"
Angus looked up into Monica's face, panic beginning to shroud his normally kindly features, contorting and twisting them into the face of a madman. "You... you see him too, don't you? You can see the alien."
"Oh Angus... that's Andrew. He's not...."
"Andrew?! You know it by name? You! You're one of them!" Angus shrieked, drawing the crowd's attention momentarily away from the heart attack victim.
Angus backed away in horror from Monica. She reached out to touch him, trying to get through the thunderous voice of fear to speak the truth, but it was no use. He was well in the grip of that monster now and all she could do was helplessly watch him run, run, run from the crowd, from the Convention Center, out into the streets and impending danger.
"Oh God.... help me!" she cried.
She looked back towards Andrew. He mouthed the words, "Follow him." She obeyed and ran from the lobby to find her assignment before the situation got worse, indeed, if it could get worse.
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