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The days of a sovereign human race are dwindling in number.

If the human known as 117 thinks he can stop this tide,

I invite him to make the attempt.

And you and I, we must work together.

We're sitting ducks in this alley.

The stinks are set up.

You got Raven Nation soldiers on the lookout. This is the last place to

check. We don't find them, we're out of here.

Just garbage?

What a surprise.

Jordan, if this thing is for real, we're talking front page national disaster.

Eddie, we got zilch.

Check further down the alley.

And hurry before you get yourselves blown to kingdom come.

Jordan?

Easy.

Open the case real gentle.

According to the email, you got less than a minute till planned detonation.

You should see display screen, a detonation matrix, and a main circuit

array.

Oh man, this is a work of art.

Incredible design.

If the schematics are right, there should be three wires that link to the

dead Peter.

Clip the ground wire first.

Got it?

Okay.

This looks like the ground here.

Okay, Foster.

Now to your left, you should see a white wire.

That's a backup power supply for the battery.

You gotta cut that before you clip the detonation line.

You sure about that?

Guess we'll know in a second.

Okay, bad joke. Yeah, I'm sure.

Okay, Eddie, we got a pink wire and a blue wire left.

Which one's the detonation line?

Email says a blue line.

Cut it and the bomb's disabled.

Let's hope that email ain't full of crap, huh?

Everything's been accurate so far.

Comforting.

What's happening? What's going on?

Get the shears!

Guys, hurry. You've got ten seconds.

Eight seconds.

Six, five.

It won't cut.

Four, three, two, one.

You guys all right?

Yeah, Eddie, were you?

We have taken our first step.

That which 117 holds dear.

Soon shall be mine.

In 1564, Nostradamus predicted the destruction of Earth in three terrifying

waves. The first wave is here.

My name is Cade Foster.

These are my journals.

They killed my wife, framed me for murder.

Now I run, but I don't hide.

With the prophecies of Nostradamus as my guide, I seek them. I hug them.

I will stop the first wave.

Quatrain 15, Century 5.

The message precedes the messenger.

A sudden link to darkness.

Betwixt the glare and the chasm, the child is freed with shadows behind.

The Paranoid Times gets thousands of hits a week, all from the growing

contingent of believers who know that aliens threaten our world.

Most of these emails voiced support.

But when one tipped us to a Gua bomb set outside a United States federal office,

we had to check it out.

That email saved hundreds of human lives.

But who sent it?

A disgruntled alien?

A human with knowledge of Gua plans?

The email was traced to a computer at this address.

With backup courtesy of our Raven Nation militia, I'm going to find out if our

emailer is friend or foe.

Can I help you? Hello, ma'am. I'm Timothy Murray with Compustar.

We're your local internet server.

I understand you've been having problems with your modem line.

Not that I'm aware of.

You have a computer at this address?

Yes.

Well, my report says that you've been having problems sending emails.

Well, I wouldn't know.

I'm a dinosaur.

Excuse me?

Well, I... I don't really know the first thing about computers.

So your husband uses it?

Well, I'm not married.

Look, this really isn't a good time right now. My little girl's sick.

Does she use the computer, ma'am?

Auntie Anne, who is it?

Honey, back in bed?

I know about child prodigies, but there's no way this girl could have sent

that message. Why not?

It's a schematic of an alien bomb.

It's a little above the level of a nine-year-old. I mean, how could she

know that? I don't know. I couldn't question it without blowing my cover.

Maybe someone else routed the email through her address.

No, I already checked it out.

Nobody piggybacked her system.

According to Ann Berman, the only one who even touched that computer was

Emily.

All right, so this girl drew this schematic?

Engineers go to school for years to figure out stuff like this.

And now she has a working knowledge of electrical circuitry and advanced bomb

design? I don't think so.

Anything useful here?

Yeah, it's just my tech stock portfolio.

Hold on.

All right, I hacked into the Parkside School student records.

What do we got?

She's got an IQ of 189.

She's a genius.

It says here she's accelerated mathematics, calculus, trigonometry,

physics.

Edward, maybe you're not the only child prodigy around here. Yeah, well, read

on. She's been in trouble lately. Suspended twice for fighting.

A nine-year-old suspended twice for fighting?

I got kicked out of school three times before junior high. I mean, a year of

military school straightened me out.

Oh, I bet they'd be real proud to see you now.

They've scheduled a visit from a member of a home study program.

That's that program they instituted to stop kids from going bonsai.

I wish they had that weird kid.

Bingo.

Miss Berman?

Yes? Hi.

Helen Lesko, Parkside School Child Study Program.

Oh, come in.

Did I speak with you last week? No, that was my colleague. She's assigned Emily's

case over to me.

Oh, come on in.

You have a lovely home.

Thank you.

These are beautiful.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Did you make them?

Oh, it's just a hobby. I sell them at craft fairs. It's India ink on handmade

paper. You don't get rich, but you get satisfaction.

Nice.

Ms. Berman?

We should talk about Emily.

You're her legal guardian?

Yes.

She's my niece.

My sister and her husband, Emily's parents, killed last year in a car

accident. I'm sorry for your loss.

Obviously, Emily was affected.

I went through something similar as well.

Of course, I was much older.

I can't imagine what it would be like for a nine-year-old.

May I see her?

Emily's upstairs in her room.

She handled it well in the beginning.

Then all of a sudden, she just changed.

Fights with other kids, hostility toward the teachers, nightmares.

A delayed reaction could occur in a case like this.

Well, I assumed that at first, but there's more to it.

Emily's had episodes, seizures.

What are they like?

It's like she goes into a trance. She sees something inside her head,

something horrible.

Has she been examined by a medical doctor?

Well, he thought at first it might be autism.

Ran a battery of tests, referred us to the Mayo Clinic for more tests.

He ruled out autism.

Did they find something else?

I don't want to tell her.

She's been through so much.

You can tell me.

I'm here to help.

Emily's white cell count is diminishing every day.

The doctors have never seen anything like it.

If it keeps up, she'll be dead in two months.

Sweetheart, there's someone here who'd like to talk with you.

Hello, Emily.

My name is Helen.

No, it isn't.

Emily.

It's okay.

She's not Helen.

I remember this poem from when I was a little girl.

Did your aunt make this for you?

Yes, yes, I did.

Tell her, Emmy. Tell her how much you liked the poem.

Monday's child is fair of face.

Tuesday's child is full of grace.

Wednesday's child is full of woe.

Thursday's child is... Stay away!

Emily, I just wanted to... Stay away!

okay it's okay he says we're gonna die all of us it's okay you're here now

he says we're all gonna die who

says

Jordan faked a blood test on the girl, pricked her finger, didn't heal.

Checked out the aunt's story, Emily's parents, the accident.

It's all true.

Anything more on the aunt?

Well, Ann Berman's background checks out, too, for what it's worth.

All signs point to them both being human.

I gotta get a new fabric softener. Doesn't fit, Eddie.

How can a nine-year-old girl send instructions on how to defuse a Gua

Bomb? How should I know? She's a genius.

From what Jordan described, maybe she's mind-melding with Mabus.

She can get in his head.

Maybe he can get inside hers.

What, Mabus helped defuse his own bomb?

I doubt it.

Look, Foster, we've met psychics before who can connect with the Gua. Why is

this so hard to believe?

I'm just being cautious.

She's legit. The girl can tell us invasion strategies, Mabus' plans,

everything. The key to ending this invasion lies with a nine-year-old girl?

It's a roll of a dice, man.

I like long socks.

Keeps my knees warm.

Like your lemonade?

It's okay not to talk.

Sometimes it's nice to be quiet.

When I was your age, I used to have nightmares.

Sometimes being scared makes you do things that you wouldn't do otherwise.

I once got into trouble for hitting another little girl.

That ever happen to you?

Yeah.

Will you tell me about it?

Gina Ruggalo took my doll, and I wanted to get it back.

So you hit her?

Yeah.

Emily, do you remember sending an email to the Paranoid Times?

It was about a bomb.

Sometimes I get on the computer, and when I'm done, I can't remember

anything.

Will you tell me about Mavis?

I know who he is, Emily.

You can trust me.

He's tall and scary.

His face is scary.

And I can't escape.

What kind of place is it?

Is it big?

Small?

It's like a hallway.

He stands in front of me, and I want to run.

But there's this light behind me.

What kind of light?

It's like they talk about heaven.

But this place isn't heaven.

I know if I touch it, I'll die.

You're just gonna knock and invite yourself in?

Jordan called, said they were out of the house.

Friendly with the lawn boy?

We're the nation, buddy.

I've already pulled every file off this thing. There's nothing here. No secret

messages, no guap battle plans.

Kid's doing some heavy reading.

Monday's Child is Fair of Face.

Hey, I like this poem. It's pretty cool.

I was born on Tuesday.

Full of grace?

It's fitting, don't you think?

You're full of something, Eddie. I'm just not sure it's grace.

Very funny.

What day were you born, my friend?

I don't know.

I think it was a Thursday.

Thursday's Child has far to go.

Story of my life.

Hey, take a look at this. You know what's up, Foster? Need a little doodle

art to tack up on the fridge?

That kid can sure wield a mean crayon.

Closer.

Take a look at this.

There, see?

They're all over the place.

I've seen that symbol somewhere before.

But where?

You're not from the school.

No.

I'm not.

But I understand these things that you see.

And your visions.

It's okay.

The people at the school are stupid.

I like you too.

Did you ever try to tell the people at the school about what you saw?

No. Do you always remember what Mavis says to you?

Yes.

Does he always talk to you directly?

Sometimes.

Excuse me.

This is Jordan.

Okay,

Kate.

Thanks.

Emily, do you remember your drawings of you and your parents?

I drew them for school.

Do you remember drawing some little pictures within the picture?

No. Are you okay? Don't touch me.

Emily. Away.

Stay away.

Okay, now I got it.

The Edster scores again. I knew I'd seen this symbol before.

What do you got, Eddie?

It dates back to the late 1600s.

Iconography from a Hindu cult over this remote Indonesian village.

The Vanas.

Mystics? Yeah, they believe in shamanism, which means that they're

ruled by a religious leader or a mystic.

The shamans are believed to have special powers.

What's the connection?

Well, the Vanas practice an occult ritual known as Ahmara.

English translation?

Abyss.

Or chasm, like Nostradamus mentions in the quatrain. The Ahmara ritual involves

the psychic link between two people, and this mental connection allows these

people to meet in what the Vanas refer to as Beirishi, a kind of netherworld.

Like Emily described.

Exactamundo. But get this. See, the Vanas...

speak of this brilliant white light, which some people describe as the

boundary between life and death itself.

What about Emily's drawings, the email?

Maybe she's trying to send us out a clue.

The text says that the ritual is extremely debilitating, often resulting

in the death of one or both participants, essentially severing the

link. And Emily's dying.

Right.

So maybe it's not a clue.

Maybe it's a cry for help.

Foster!

Foster, what's wrong?

I got a bad feeling we're still missing something here.

Or someone.

I think you're missing our third musketeer. What?

Come on, man, admit it.

You got feelings for her.

Jordan?

Yeah, I got feelings for her. She's part of the team.

You know what I mean.

Feelings.

No, of course not.

You? Me? And Jordan?

No way, man. I'm a strict professional.

Good. I'm glad we got that cleared up.

Let's get Jordan.

I'll drive.

Relax, will ya?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

under the pretext of being a psychologist, and now you tell me that

you're part of some fanatical group called Raven Nation?

Why shouldn't I call the cops?

Because they won't know how to help you, and I do.

You lied to me. I had no choice.

You expect me to believe that she's demonically possessed?

I'm not talking about a demon.

Wouldn't I still have a priest in here for an exorcism?

Look, you've heard Emily describe her dreams. All I'm saying is the person she

talks about exists.

You get out now or I call the cops.

Anne, please.

Emily's life is at stake.

Get out now.

I won't leave her.

talking about?

He said... What?

The target of destruction will be struck again.

When Ann touched Emily, she was pulled into it. She tipped the second bomb

attempt. We have to stop that bomb.

We're heading back to the federal building now. I'll let you know what we

find. Watch your ass, Cade.

You too.

You find anything else out from the girl?

It's not that simple, Cade.

I'm not going to push her.

What do you think we should do?

We have to break the link she has with Mavis.

Slow down, will you? I know how to drive, compadre. The guy with 24 moving

violations. I'm a rebel with a lead foot. Slow down.

Sorry. Cade, I have to help her.

I'm not going to watch Emily die.

According to Eddie's research, the only way to break the link might be to kill

Mavis. Sounds good to me.

Except Emily may be the only way to find Mavis. There's gotta be another way.

Eddie, watch it!

That's great!

That's just great!

I'll outrun him, Foster, don't worry!

Why should I worry now?

Jordan, I'm gonna have to call you back.

So let's move on to Dukes of Hazzard!

I don't believe it.

He just drove right past.

I figured it would work.

Parking next to some junkers?

Wait a minute.

What are you trying to say?

Hands up!

Get out of the car!

You say junk. I say classic automobile.

You just rest, sweetie.

That might be Dr. Harris.

Let me get it.

You should go.

I'm not going anywhere until you feel better.

He's too powerful.

It's gonna be fine.

I know, Jordan.

I can feel it inside.

I don't understand.

Feel what?

I read about it in my encyclopedias.

It's a place where I see.

Mavis.

In the abyss.

You know what's happening.

What's happening?

I'm dying inside.

I'm not going to let you die.

I don't think I can fight him.

We are fighting him now.

Mavis says he wants to hurt you too.

I can't stop him.

It's okay.

We're a good team.

Nobody's gonna beat us, okay?

I won't let him hurt you, Emily.

You promise?

I promise.

You like the poem?

My mother used to read that to me.

It says in the poem.

It says I'm going to die.

What do you mean?

The poem doesn't say anything about dying.

I'm Wednesday's child, Jordan.

Full of woe.

No IDs, either of them.

He looks familiar.

You're right, he looks like that guy in that dog food commercial.

Excuse me?

This one.

Hey, you know who this guy is?

It's Cade Foster.

Who?

FBI's most wanted list, Cade Foster.

Wanted for murders from coast to coast.

I'll be damned.

I don't know what you're talking about. Sure you do, Foster.

You know, I should kill you right now, you son of a bitch.

You got me.

I'm Kate Foster.

I'm a murdering son of a bitch, and you better get your hands up.

What did you say?

I said put your damn hands above your head.

I don't want to see you guys get hurt, so just put the guns down.

Do it!

Don't be stupid. They have you covered.

You knew? You knew they were Raven Nation? I asked them to follow us.

Monitor police scanners.

You seriously don't like my driving?

Well, obviously we need the Raven Nation watching our back, don't we, Eddie?

Yeah, right.

Where'd you find that bomb?

Over here by the grain.

Foster, I got the chills.

Careful.

What's up?

I'm just saying.

Hey, man, you okay?

Be careful.

Easy now, 117.

Don't make a move.

Still can't believe this.

Aliens. Mabus.

It's all too crazy.

I don't blame you.

Why, Emily?

Why single her out?

Why did you choose this?

Oh, a customer ordered it. They never picked it up.

You said Emily's parents got into a car accident.

What happened?

Oh, they were run off the road.

And they never found out who did it.

How did you know that?

It all seems so random.

But it's not.

What do you mean?

I think I know why Mavis picked Emily.

To get to me.

So this is all just a setup?

If we wanted to blow up this building, it would have been done a long time ago.

I expected more from the famous 117, the human who stands for cunning and warrior

skill.

What's Mavis want?

Figure it out for yourself, Foster.

You've got about 30 seconds.

Kill Nambulous.

And let's bring Foster in for dissection.

The poem from my childhood.

We both lost our parents.

Emily said Mavis wants to hurt me.

He knows exactly what's happening.

I don't understand.

He did all of this to pull me in.

Emily doesn't connect to Mavis.

He connects to her.

Leave me alone!

I don't want to die!

What's happening again? Please do something!

Please!

Now, wait a minute, Jets. Now, this is not just Eddie Nambulist. Don't you

recognize him?

Yeah. Don't you recognize me?

he's the guy from the dog food commercial dissections on hold

What are you going to do?

Don't let go of my hand.

Damn, shut up.

This is bad, Foster.

We got to get Jordan.

There's got to be some way out of here.

Let Emily go!

This has nothing to do with her!

Is that so?

You want me?

You did all of this to get to me!

Let her go!

a long time.

You can't have me. I'm the seventh harbinger, last in the line

of prophets.

You can't conceive of the powers I have.

You can't fight me.

Who the hell?

Look around.

You're already in it.

Between us.

Come.

You're damn right about that.

Last line of the quatrain was the key.

The child is freed with shadows behind.

Shadows behind.

That can only happen by facing into the light.

That's right.

You can only assume that Emily's fear of the light was Mavis' manipulation.

So she'd never be able to break her link with him.

He made her fear the one way to escape him.

Nice work, Kate.

The symbol on Emily's paintings pointed us in the right direction.

Without them, I'm not sure we would have figured it out.

And Emily would have died.

How is she now?

According to the doctor, white cell counts back to normal.

Looks like she's going to be just fine.

She's a very special little girl.

You have to go.

Yes, but I'm gonna miss you.

Will you email me?

Promise.

You know, you remind me of someone I used to know.

And she's like me?

She used to be.

A long time ago.

Jordan, I'd still be happy to grow up just like you.

You say the two of us start having a little bit of fun, huh?

Come on.

John.

You're going to be fine, Emily.

Higher.

Higher. Higher.

Reach for the sky.

The price of this war always rises higher.

But we try to draw the line to preserve what we still have, to fight a future

where innocence cannot survive.

What's today, Sunday?

Saturday. Well, does Saturday's child think that a hot bowl of chili and a

fresh pair of socks sounds just about perfect right now?

Let's do it.

Hey, Jordan, Foster's Thursday's child. I'm a Tuesday. What day were you born?

Wednesday.

Mavis told Jordan he had plans for her.

That she was special to the Gua.

What he was talking about remains a mystery.

But I wonder... I fear what this fight will bring.