by The Eurostar
Edulcore Cicciotto:
Suddenly, I wake up. The train has stopped altogether. There is a heavy smell of brake lining; the brakes have been stressed beyond capacity. Something is happening.
The girl named Jackie is standing next to the door. Turner, like me, is trying to understand what's happening.
"There has been an explosion, Ed. The engine is on fire," says the girl, watching the head of the train.
It's still night. I look in the same direction. Standing out against the flames, I see dozens of men holding rifles, running in our direction.
"It's an ambush!" I shout. We jump out the train to run away, to find some safe corner.
Explosions are all around us, and men in uniforms, soldiers... soldiers that begin to burn, screaming. Turner's eyes are glowing.
The girl seems to have disappeared. Then I see her, jumping and kicking at some soldiers.
I notice that many soldiers are circling me, without aiming their guns. They don't want to hit me. They want to capture me?
Turner and the girl, Jackie, are near me now, still fighting. More soldiers are coming, and many of them die burning.
Suddenly, the fight stops. A strangely shaped helicopter is above us. It throws a big net over us, made of strange metallic wires.
"Fuck!" shouts Turner. The net seems to neutralize his power.
Soon we are handcuffed. Turner has a strange device that embraces both his arms and is connected to a band around his head. Something that, like the net before, succeeded in cancelling his electrical powers.
Among the soldiers, there is a man in civilian clothes. Turner looks at me, then looks at him, and whispers, "CIA."
The girl is looking very deeply at the man. And on her lips, I see her forming a word that makes no sense to me. "Giorgio," she says, frowning.
Now we are in a van moving toward the south, very quickly, across the desert. It has been at least two hours since they put us here.
From the little window, we see that we are entering something like a military base.
Turner's eyes are sticking to the glass. Then he smiles, a smile that is more a grimace, and whispers, "I know this place. It's Area 51."