Star Revelations

Let me shed some more light on how my colleagues and I can operate the way we do.

Some of your scientists I have assisted split subatomic particles. When they did this, they found the pieces could communicate with each other. This communication happened instantly, no matter how far they removed these pieces from each other. This proved that energy does not need to travel. That it is all connected, and messages and information can be sent instantly.

Therefore, a particle vibrating because of the sound of your voice can affect a molecule inside a star at the edge of the Universe instantly. There is no time and space. There is no here and there. We are everywhere and nowhere.

The sedan cruised along the perimeter of the park. It was the obvious place for her to go. Earlier, the hired thugs inside the car aborted their first attempt to kill her from a distance. As expert professional killers, they were trained in the mental game of single-pointed focus, which made them each as deadly as a heat-seeking missile. Once locked on a target, they did not stop.

Without her phone’s GPS tracking device in play, they would use a drone to find her. The driver stopped the sedan, drew the small drone from its carrying case, and powered up its computer. A menu flashed on the remote-control screen inside the carrying case, and he hurried through the start-up sequence. He lowered his window, held the drone aloft, and its four propellers buzzed to life. The drone lifted from his hand and sailed over the park.

Watching the remote-control screen, he manipulated the joystick and flew in search of the target. He spotted a woman about two hundred fifty meters away, walking rapidly from their location. She darted through an opening between the trees. He zoomed in and registered her black jacket and thick, blonde hair. It was her.

A clean sniper shot from this distance was impossible. The driver said, “We’ll wait for her on the other side.” He locked the drone onto the woman and drove slowly to the opposite end of the park. He’d intercept her when she exited from the other side. As they got closer, his partner retrieved a small .22 caliber handgun from the glove box. The driver slowed, and the shooter slipped out of the sedan, carefully tucking the pistol into his belt, and fluffed his sports coat to hide the weapon.

The shooter traded glances with the driver. Both men knew their reputations were on the line. They’d been paid a lot of money to shut this woman up, and so far, she’d given them the slip. No more mistakes.

This time, he would get close enough to put the gun to the back of her head and shoot until she dropped, then a double tap through her skull for good measure. He hustled from the sedan and stalked her in a diagonal approach, using the brush and trees for cover.