Free Akasha 4 - Earth by Terra Harmony Page A

been tied to
this chair for days. I am sitting in a puddle of my own piss and I
am thirsty as hell. What do you want?"
    Shawn stood, moved behind the CEO, and
massaged his shoulders. "I want to know where you have been storing
all the supplies for your new facility."
    "Why would you—?"
    Shawn's fingers, digging into the
CEO's wiry muscles, cut him off. "Let's just move past the bluffing
stage, shall we? You said you're thirsty?"
    Shawn stepped back and nodded to the
Water Elemental. He opened a bottle hanging from his belt loops.
Small droplets appeared in the air, joining together to form a
fist-size globe of sloshing water.
    Every last Water at The
Seven had more control than that , Clay
thought.
    The CEO's eyes shifted
from the globe of water to the Elemental. "What are you?"
    Clay slapped his
forehead. Wrong thing to
say .
    The Elemental's stare went cold. He
reared his hand back, then forward, shoving the water straight down
the CEO's throat.
    Clay stepped forward, hands extended
to help. Shawn pushed Clay back. Clay swallowed hard as Shawn's
eyes bore into him. They almost glowed blue in the dark storage
room.
    The CEO gagged and choked. Every time
he managed to expel bits of water, it was redirected right back
into his mouth. With one hand still on Clay's chest, Shawn checked
his watch. "Stop."
    The Elemental extracted droplets from
the CEO, but it wasn't fast enough. His face was going
white.
    "I said stop!" Shawn shouted at the
Elemental.
    The Elemental narrowed his eyes in
concentration, and extended both hands using physical motions to
pull the water out. Sweat beaded on his forehead. The CEO went
limp.
    Shawn pushed the Elemental out of the
way, and pressed his hand to the CEO's pulse. "Alive," he nodded.
He slapped the CEO hard across the cheek. The man jolted awake, and
took a deep breath.
    Clay let out a sigh of relief. The
CEO's eyes darted around the room, as if he had just woken up from
a nightmare.
    "Welcome back," Shawn said. "Where are
you keeping the storage supplies for your nuclear
facility?"
    "We…we don't. There was a chance the
permits wouldn't be approved. It wasn't worth the risk."
    "Bullshit!" Shawn turned on him and
the CEO leaned back in his seat. "You suits had enough money to
push anything through. Although…there are always shortcuts to be
had." He tapped his chin. "What were your planned
shortcuts?"
    The CEO furrowed his eyebrows. "I
don't know what you mean."
    "Hmm," Shawn mumbled. "You've met our
Water."
    The CEO automatically leaned away from
the Water.
    "Wanna see what our Fire can
do?"
    Flames lit up the room.
    The screeching sound of metal against
metal made Clay cringe as the CEO backed his chair away.
    "Fort Calhoun," he said in a panic.
"Nebraska. Right on the Platte River. It was being decommissioned,
and we arranged to have a majority of the parts and materials
refitted for ours."
    "Now we're talking," Shawn said,
rubbing his hands together. "How far did it get?"
    "The first—" he cut off, leaning away
further as the Fire came closer. "Can you get that out of my
face?"
    The Fire backed off.
    "The first shipment was ready to go,
but then…"
    "Then what?" Shawn looked like he
wanted to strangle him.
    "Then Daybreak. The shipment is
probably still sitting there on the river."
    The Fire released his element, and the
tension in the room dissipated.
    Shawn turned, putting his arm around
Clay and escorting him out. The Air and the Water followed. Heat
licked at their backs. Shawn paused. "You, too!" he yelled over his
shoulder.
    Clay tried glancing back, but Shawn
kept a tight grip on Clay's arm.
    The heat had gone away when the Fire
followed the group, but the man was left behind – still tied to the
chair. Clay hesitated, indecision racking his brain.
    "You with me?" Shawn asked.
    Now is not the
time , Clay thought. "Yeah," Clay followed
Shawn and the rest of the group outside.
    They retrieved their bikes, and headed
back for their island. Shawn kept a slow pace.
    "A nuclear