FBI Special Agent Caitlin Diggs must find a way to stop the FBI Director, the reincarnation of Aleister Crowley, from starting armaggedon.
“Mr. Salinger, please grab the flagpole behind you. Agent Rivers will then assist you so you can come inside, so you can see your wife again.”
A scene flashed through Salinger’s mind. He saw himself murdering Alyssa. He heard his rant, how he accused his wife during the struggle. He witnessed the anger taking complete control. And when he saw himself holding Alyssa’s severed head in his hand, he heard the voices of paranoia buzz about his brain. He realized he would still have to deal with whoever had set him up. Maybe these people would harm Carrie. He began to stammer, ignoring Diggs’ command.
“It’s the best course of action for us all. Come with me, Agent Rivers. You’ll be safe from them. Forever.”
He pulled Rivers arm as if it were a rope, sweat pouring off his brow despite the frigid temperature. Rivers lurched forward, screaming. Diggs shouted over the roar of the crowd below.
“Agent Rivers, grab the flagpole!”
Rivers right arm swung haphazardly at the protruding iron rod nearly five inches above her. Her forearm banged against it. Salinger wrapped his hands about her waist in the same instant. A torrential flood of sweat was spilling off Salinger’s arms now. With her free hand, Rivers tried to pry his slippery hands off her. Salinger lost his bear hug like hold, but only for an instant.
Diggs screamed again for Rivers to take hold of the pole, realizing Salinger was a lost cause to whatever demonic influence had commanded him to murder. She launched herself onto the adjacent ledge while Rivers and Salinger engaged in a precarious dance with death. They swayed back and forth as if the ledge was a ballroom dance floor.
Salinger continued to plead with Rivers. “Come with me. I really don’t want to go alone.”
Rivers jutted her knee against Salinger’s chin, momentarily breaking his grip. In the same instant, she jumped up, grabbing the flagpole with both hands. This action lifted her feet off the ground, so she could kick her right boot into Salinger’s chest. Rivers prayed this would disable the crazed director for another few seconds and also keep him on the ledge. Diggs crawled along the ledge, seconds passing like hours. With the aid of the flagpole, Rivers body swung backwards towards the building and away from Salinger as if she were a human pendulum. Salinger seized the opportunity to roll backwards uninhibited. Rivers grabbed fleetingly for the director’s hand, but it whizzed by her in a blurry instant. Then, as if time had suddenly become warped, she watched his horrifying decent in slow motion. The director had completely missed the netting below. Fighting an urge to vomit, Rivers heard Diggs’ voice. It sounded motherly and suggested she look upward, but the sky began to swirl like a Van Gogh painting when she did. And for what seemed a very long moment, Agent Rivers truly believed she could not tell up from down anymore.
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