And now we continuing Kanik's latest adventure, picking up where the first installment of Earth Crimes left off!
Michael had walked most of the way to the exits leading to the restrooms when a harsh voice brought him to a stop.
"Liar! Despoiler!"
Wyatt stopped mid-sentence. Several of the waitstaff tossed aside trays and pulled pistols, yelling for everyone to get down to the floor. One gunmen clouted a security guard across the head. Another snaked an arm around Mrs. Dean's throat, pressing the barrel of his pistol to her cheek. Frightened screams and expletives filled the air. A young man jumped onto the stage, pistol in hand aimed at Wyatt.
"Tell them the truth, Wyatt! Tell them what's really happening in Venezuela!" the gunman on the stage said.
Mom! Michael thought, fighting the urge to leap to her rescue.
I've got to rescue my mother!
As the museum patrons hit the floor, Michael made a break for it, rushing the nearest exit.
"Stop him!"
Gun fire erupted, provoking another wave of screams and sobs from the frightened patrons. Bullets cracked into the door jamb. Splinters exploded. Michael made it into the hallway beyond without getting hit. Looking left and right, he saw few choices. The hallway had another door leading back into the exhibition room. Two others doors led into the men's and ladies' rooms. A third door, this one heavier and red, was an emergency fire exit. The men's room door was the closest, and surely at least one gunman wouldn't be far behind.
Michael hit the men's room door at a full run. No one else was in the bathroom.
I can't believe I'm changing into my costume in a bathroom! Michael thought as he moved into the closest stall, already pulling off his tie and shirt.
He was just stepping out his pants and pulling on his mask when he heard men in the hallway outside the men's room.
"He must be in the building," one said. A muffled reply followed, and then the men's room door banged open. "If you're in here, come out now with your hands up!"
"Okay, here I come," Kanik said, stepping out the stall and clapping his hands together. Sparks flew from his hands and a wave of sound exploded forth, picking the gunman into the air and slamming him against the wall. Mirrors shattered. A couple of flourescent tubes overhead popped.
Kanik moved into the hall just as the second gunman exited the ladies' room. Kanik lunged forward, grabbing the man's machine pistol. Electricity surged down Kanik's arm and through the weapon. The gunman jerked and twitched, and then fell to the floor unconscious. A second later, Kanik burst into the exhibition hall. Every gun in the room turned to point at him, including the one that had been pressed to his mother's cheek.
"Drop your weapons now," Kanik said, "and we'll only need a police wagon instead of several ambulances."
"Make a move, hero," the leader on stage said, "and people will get shot."
Kanik hesitated.
So many people. Too many gunmen. Six of them total. How can I get them all? Kanik raised his hands. "What do you want?"
"The truth to come out!" the leader said, pressing his gun to Wyatt's temple. "Atlas Oil isn't the good guy here! They discovered these artifacts on accident! Tell them, Wyatt! Tell them about how you bulldozed the site after pulling a few things out of the ground and --"
"That's a bad thing?" Kanik interrupted.
"Wha--!? Kill him!" the leader roared.
Gun shots and screams tore the air. Kanik leaped to the side. Bullets thudded into the wall behind him.
Only going to get once chance to make this work!
Spidery arcs of lightning burst from Kanik's fingers. The first hit the man holding his mother, the jolt sending him flying backward into a table of hors d'oeuvres. Electricity coursed through three other gunmen, dropping them to the floor. The fifth gunman and the leader were missed, the leader because the microphone stand caught the arc. The gunman fired wildly. A bullet slammed into Kanik's shoulder like a sledgehammer. The leader dumped Wyatt from his wheelchair to the floor in front of the stage and then sprinted away from Kanik, who noticed the man's hand stray to a pager-sized device on his belt.
What's that for? Kanik thought as the fired a lightning bolt, sprawling out the fifth gunman.
The leader had vanished from sight behind the stage. Museum security moved into action, directing people toward the exit. Kanik scanned the area, and that's when he noticed the out-of-place black box under the balcony near the front entrance.
There shouldn't be anything electrical there. Kanik flew across the room to the box.
My God! That's a bomb, and it's activated!
Kanik grabbed the box, tearing from its mounting, and raced toward the glass dome overhead. Not knowing how long until the bomb would explode, he poured on the speed, rising higher and higher over Kanik City.
BA-BOOM!
The concussion from the explosion rocked Kanik's body, rattling his senses and sending him spinning pell-mell through the night sky and then into a long plummet toward the city below.
Will Kanik regain his senses in time to avoid smashing into the ground? Just who are these ruthless gunmen? Is there any truth to the accusation against Atlas Oil? Find out in our next episode!