Rider

            Somewhere on the flat lands a horse back rider has crossed
            a restricted area. Helicopters and jeeps respond in pursuit.
            Satellite tracking pin points the rider.

                  "I have a visual. Your not going to believe me."
                  a pilot reports in.

                  "Just give us the video. Jesus. That's one for Youtube."
                  an operation coordinator answers and calls for a "Go."
                  to capture the target.

            "Alright, the rider is moving at 25 mile wind knots.
            That's a winged horse right? Right. The rider is in gold armor
            and appears to be a female. We have a go on a netting.
            Do not injure the target." the operation coordinator looks up
            at his commander.

            The netting is vaporized by some invisible force field.
            Lite fire arms are trained on the horses wings. The bullets cannot
            penetrate.

                    "Sir were running out of options and fuel."
                    The pilots voice is strained.

            "We've called in a paranormal expert. Standby." command responds.
            A young middle eastern man looks at the video. He brushes his beard
            with his right hand. "It appears to be Athena on Pegasus." he states.
            "Oh? What do you suggest?" the commander asks tersely.
            "I am sending my Ark Angel to intercept." the paranormal adviser answers.

                    "You want us to pull back for an Angel intercept?" the pilot is
                    skeptical, but must comply.

            In a matter of minutes the Ark Angel Michael is crossing swords with
            the golden armored Athena. The sky rumbles with the clash of the Gods.
            "You must submit Athena. This is Christian air space." Michael orders
            are ignored as Pegasus kicks the Angel in the chest.
            "Your claim to these New Age people is weak. They grow tired of your
            semitic ways." Athena sword thrusts at Michael's cracked breast armor.

                      "Are you sure this Angel can handle this?" a pilot asks.

            "The paranormal adviser is the Risen Jesus Christ. Is that good enough
            for you?" The commander need say no more to these Christian pilots.
            The battle raised lightning that forces the helicopters down. One pilot
            put his boots up and lights up a Tiparillo.
            Finally, Athena submits, flying her winged horse to the command
            bunker. She is escorted to the interrogation room at NCIS.
            "Athena. Why are you in Christian territory?" Jesus sat from
            across the metal table.
            "I have a right to go where I please. We Gods have signed a treaty.
            And I have worshipers in California." Athena sipped her bottled water.

            "Listen very closely to what I am saying. You do not fly without filing
          a flight plan." Jesus slapped his folder on the table.
          "Any unauthorized manifestations are a violation of the multi-denominational
          treaty. We want organized faith not anarchy." Jesus had Athena sign
          a citation and let her continue on her mission to California.

          "Thank you Jesus. We all know you are the only true God, but
          Athena sure does have some figure." The commander's smile dropped
          quickly at the Galilean's deadly glare.
          Jesus shook his head and picked up the folder and slapped the back of
            the commander's head~
          "I died for this?"


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