Heaven Fighter Angelon Chapter 5

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A new hero emerges. And her name is Reina...

Chapter 5

 

Silence filled the air of a laboratory at Grady Hospital. A young girl with dark brown eyes, pale skin, and short black hair sat quietly on a stool as she looked through a microscope. She smiled brightly as her eyes focused on the many blood cells and lymphocytes. She looked up, took off her glasses, and rubbed her narrow eyes while letting out a long yawn.

“Well, this patient’s CBC is normal, but let’s check their Ht.”

The young girl put back on her glasses, picked up a capillary tube and placed it into the patient’s test tube. The capillary tube instantly sucked up a tiny amount of blood. Then, she stuck the capillary tube onto a small clay board and plugged up one end of it. She placed the tube into a centrifuge and set the timer. The centrifuge spun hard, shaking the table. The young girl tapped the shaky table as she waited. The timer went off. She lifted the lid and gently pulled out the capillary tube. The capillary tube was placed into an automated analyzer, which took a minute to analyze. The analyzer quickly spat out a sheet of paper with symbols and number printed on it. The young girl stood there for a moment as her dark brown eyes scanned the page.

“This patient’s Ht is slightly low, but I’m sure with a proper diet and exercise, they’ll be back to normal.”

“You’ve got some great skills,” a voice said.

The young girl spun around and saw a handsome man standing over by the door. She took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes, and then put them back on. She wasn’t dreaming. To her, the man looked like an old time gangster living in the present. He had piercing dark brown eyes, shoulder-length black hair that was slicked back, and a nice tan. He wore a black Armani suit with a red dress shirt and black tie.

“Who are you and how’d you get in?” she asked nervously.

“Relax, Reina, I’m not here to hurt you,” he said calmly.

“How’d you know my name?”

“Your badge has your name on it.”

Reina looked at her badge and flushed. She forgot it was still on her lab coat.

“Look, my name is Meka Manavinski and I was sent here to find you,” he said walking towards her.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Reina said frantically. “I pay my taxes and I don’t have any speeding tickets.”

Meka laughed. “I’m not a cop or with the FBI or CIA. I’m an angel sent here to give you a gift.”

He placed his hand into his inner left pocket and pulled out the same morpher that Rohan and James wore. Reina gazed at the morpher with a small smile.

Meka handed the morpher to her. “Reina, you have the crest of God engraved on your chest, making you a warrior of God. Right now, there is an imposter pretending to be God and has even recruited two young men to do his work. I’m trying to gather the other two warriors to help you in this fight. In the meantime, wear the morpher at all times.”

“Why should I believe you?” Reina asked. “You don’t exactly look like an angel.”

Meka sighed. He snapped his fingers and instantly white wings began to appear on his back. Reina fell to her knees, awestruck at the sight.

“Now do you believe me?” Meka asked as his wings disappeared.

Reina nodded. She placed the morpher on her left wrist and stared at its design once more. Meka smiled and helped her up.

“I’ll give you a call when something comes up,” he said as he walked towards the door. “For now, continue doing what you do.”

Meka left. Reina sat on her stool and let everything sink in for a moment. Different emotions filled her heart as it raced from the excitement. All those years of not knowing what the mark was had finally been answered. She felt like a burden was lifted from her shoulders. Yet questions continued to rack her brain: Who would impersonate God? Who are these two young men? And how do you work this morpher?

 

 

Meka walked out of Grady dialing a number on his cell phone. It began to ring. On the second ring, a voice picked up.

“One down, two more to go,” Meka said with an evil grin.

“Excellent,” replied the voice. “Return to base for further instructions.”

“Yes, Beelzebub,” said Meka and then hung up.

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