Slowly but surely, the Black Sun agents got nearer to the stage. The agent disguised as a businessman appeared to be the imminent threat as he was closest, however, Imperator knew a feint when he saw one.
He kept the nearest agent in view but concentrated on the chubby youth. The youth was clapping loudly and gradually moving through the excited crowd.
On stage, Kennedy was about to address the crowd once more. As the politician opened his mouth, the Black Sun agent raised his left arm.
Reality flickered around the agent's hand and a strange-looking pistol materialised. Imperator's eyes darted around the crowd, amazed that no-one else could see the weapon.
"Damned shieldsuit must be throwing out some form of projection field," thought Imperator.
It was then that the agent's eyes pulsed with red light and he squeezed the trigger on his pistol.
A bolt of dazzling green fire belched from the weapon's nozzle. Imperator breathed in and launched himself towards JFK.
Having slipped the shackles of gravity, Imperator flew at the candidate, snatched him up and away from the bolt of flame.
The flame struck the podium and the wooden apparatus exploded. The crowd yelled and screamed.
Imperator, clutching Kennedy, had flown up to the ceiling. He wrenched a chandelier loose and hurled it toward the Black Sun agent.
The glass shattered against the agent and a million shards of crystal caused the agent's shieldsuit to overload. A thousand volts of unleashed electricity skittered acros the short-circuiting suit and the agent cried in pain.
"Imperator!! Who..or what are they?" asked Kennedy.
"The Black Sun, sir. Hitler's legacy. We've got to get you and the crowd out of here," said Imperator.
"Don't worry about me. Just help the crowd," yelled Kennedy.
Imperator nodded and turned to see the woman in the flowery dress and the businessman aiming their pistols at him and the candidate.
"Hold on, sir!" said Imperator.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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