Jenken immediately sent a tendril into the evildoer’s mind and froze the perp’s ability to control his limbs, locking them in place. Then she jumped into the victim, Hannah, to soothe her fears. The innocent child knew the man was about to hurt her and had been praying that God send an angel to rescue her. Thus inspired, Jenken wished she could appear as an angel. It was then she discovered that thanks to being linked to JK2 her telekinetic abilities were much greater than she’d supposed. Without conscious thought she tapped into the power vortex in Moselem Cave. Utilizing the earth’s innate positive power she tapped the myriad mass of individual mind emanations and the earth’s innate quantum power, actually converting the sub-atomic wave particles into real mass. Picturing herself as a powerful female avenging angel she materialized as such in the room Hannah was being held. She was quite muscular but not obscenely so, a very impressive statuesque amazon; wearing a green leather armor tunic over a short sleeved green chain mail dickie and green metal greaves carrying a scroll of justice in one hand with a sword in a scabbard mounted on her back. The joy in the eyes of the child and the abject terror in the eyes of the perp proved she had created the desired image.

“You are Satan’s spawn,” the imposing Amazon spoke with a venom filled voice. “God has sent me to save Hannah and send you to hell. You will never have the chance to carry out your vile plan to molest her and then dismember her while she still lives!” At that point she pulled the sword which began to flame once exposed to air. Clutching it in a two handed grasp she raised the flamed licked blade back above her head.

The man was beyond terror yet unable to move.

With a shout of rage she spoke. “I condemn you to Hell!” Then she swung the sword overhead aiming at the top of the man’s head.

Like a light saber from Star Wars the tip of the sword sliced cleanly through the basement ceiling as it streaked toward the man’s head. Micro seconds before impact she released control of his body. An expression of abject terror appeared on his face and his arms began to rise in a much too late futile attempt to fend off the inevitable impact. Both hands were quickly lopped off at his wrists before the blade easily and cleanly sliced through him evenly cleaving him in half. There was no blood as the flames instantly cauterized the gaping wounds. The sound and smell of sizzling meat momentarily filled the room and wisps of steam wafted away from the horrendous wound. Still sizzling and steaming, the halves of the man, with a few terrified fleeting thoughts of his doom before his brain ceased to function, toppled away from each other.

As soon as the deed was done Petra deftly returned the blade to it’s scabbard causing the flames engulfing the sword to flicker out of existence. Turning to the child, she knelt and hugged her while speaking. “Sweety, I’m Petra. God loves you, Hannah. Always remember that! Just as she sent me to save you today, God will always be with you! Now, let me lead you to safety.” With that she took the child’s hand and led her from the basement room.

Once upstairs they went to the phone where Petra told Hannah what to do. “Hannah, dial 911. Tell the operator what happened. I’ll stay with you until someone gets here to help you.”

Hannah picked up the phone and dialed 911.

“911, what is the nature of your emergency.”

In a clear childish voice she spoke. “A bad man was gonna hurt me but an angel came an saved me. She used her sword to send the bad man to hell. Can you help me?”

“Can you tell me your name,” the operator asked realizing she was talking to a very calm young child with a vivid imagination.

“I’m Hannah,” the child answered.

“Okay Hannah, is there an adult with you?”

“Just the angel. She’s gonna stay with me til somebody gets here.”

“Can you put the angel on the phone?”

Hannah questioningly looked at Petra who smiled and took the phone.

“Hannah has told you the truth,” Petra spoke with authority. “I’m Petra, an avenging angel. God is quite upset by the horrors happening in the world, especially pedophilia, so SHE dispatched me to stop the evil. Hank Tudor, the first to face God’s vengeance through my hand, has been sent to hell. He will be followed by many evil doers. The only way those who have fallen under Satan’s evil can save themselves is to publically confess to their depravity and accept the worldly consequences of their actions. Once they do so, they may then confess their sin before God and beg HER forgiveness. Their eternal fate will depend upon God’s judgement of the sincerity of their repentance. Please share this message with the world. Now let’s get back to Hannah. She is three years old. I will stay until you send someone to safeguard her. Then I must go. I’ll say no more.” With that she gave the phone back to the little girl.

“Who are you?” The concerned operator asked unaware the phone had been handed off.

“I’m Hannah,” the little girl replied. “The angel doesn’t want to speak anymore. Please send someone, I want to go home.”

“Okay, Hannah,” the spoked operator said. “I have help on the way.”

Ten minutes later a police car pulled up before the home. An officer cautiously approached the front door. As he climbed the steps Jenken reached out and psychically opened the door. Reaching for his weapon he stopped as the door clearly opened on it’s own.

“Dispatch, this is officer Bailey. I’m at the address. The front screen door just opened on it’s own as the inner door swung in. This is creeping me out. I’m going in. Please send back-up.”

Cautiously the officer peeked inside the door. Seeing nothing he slowly entered to smell the sickly sweet odor of burned flesh. In the next room he saw a regal woman wearing green armor. The hair on his arms rose. In an instant he knew he was not seeing a true human but an ethereal being. She calmly held the hand of a little girl.

“D... Dispatch, h... how near is my b... back-up? I see the little girl and... well... th...there appears to be an a... angel holding her hand... wait... she’s fading... the angel... sh...she’s fading away... dis... disappearing!”

“Thank you, Petra,” Hannah said as she waved goodbye to the fading angel who was smiling and returning the wave.

“Th... the angel... she just dis... disappeared,” the spooked officer reported. “The little girl seems to be okay. Sh...she thanked the angel.”

“Bailey, get the girl and wait for back-up,” the gruff duty sergeant ordered.

“Will do Sarge, will do.” Without taking another step he reached a hand out to Hannah who smiled and walked over to him.

Back- up arrived shortly and they searched the first and second floors by the time the sergeant arrived. Finally they noticed the twenty inch burned slice in the floor. The officer that headed down to the basement quickly returned, his face white and clearly dumbfounded. “S... Sarge... there’s a guy down there... c... cut in half from the top of his head through his crotch.”

Twenty minutes later the local CSRs took one look at the scene and stopped. They asked for back-up. The news media monitoring the police radio were already on the scene. The story that an angel had saved a girl seemed incredulous. But that wild tale seemed more believable as the evidence emerged. The clean precise cauterized cut that halved the man... the burned four foot arc in the ceiling that sliced through three floor joists, one completely severed with a twenty inch slice in the floor above that described the sword’s trajectory... the testimony of Hannah and Officer Bailey... there was nothing that could explain the damage and injury... the media demanded explanations. No one wanted to accept the girl’s story was true... until someone reported the live internet feed.

The depraved perp had planned to broadcast the molestation as it happened as kiddie snuff porn. Instead it showed the materialization of the angel stopping the dastardly deed, the wrathful expression upon her face, her damning words, the appearance of the fiery sword, and the actual cleaving of the perp. There was a distinct sizzling as the horrendous wound was instantly cauterized followed by the steaming twin thumps of the body halves striking the floor as the angel calmly sheathed her sword. As the angel turned toward the girl the wrathful visage transformed into a warm comforting smile as she knelt and hugged the girl before standing and leading the girl up the stairs and out of the webcast. The appearance of the officers and CSRs was also captured. Needless to say copies of the webcast and 911 recording went viral.

After dissolving her avatar and returning to her physical body, Jenken was quite upset by what she’d done. For the first time she’d intentionally used her abilities to not only hurt but to kill. Her lifelong fear of abusing her gifts had sadly become reality. Any childish naivety and innocence she retained had been forever ripped from her. At the same time her super genius intellect was able to rationalize what she’d done. While the violence she’d wrought upset her, she knew she had done what was needed to save Hannah while sending a powerful warning message to the world. Her determined declaration that Hank Tudor was just the first to suffer the vengeance of God would on it’s own send reverberations of the ire of God throughout the world. Still, she was quite shook up and disturbed and decided at least temporarily to keep Jen and Ken out of the loop.

Feeling emotionally drained, she mentally projected mental tendrils into the cavern beneath Moselem Hill using her remote viewing ability. Due to the massive power converging in the cavern, she had no difficulty creating a doppelganger of herself similar to the way she’d created Petra. Having an actual body in the power vortex made it easier to absorb the refreshing positive energy. After a few moments of regeneration it occurred to her that when she’d created and animated Petra, for the first time in her existence she had actually directly controlled a physical body! Inspired by what she’d done in creating Petra, she concentrated. With a bit of tweaking, the myriad crystals, stalactites and stalagmites began to sparkle and glow with a mystical green glow clearly illuminating the vast chamber. The light moved and flowed like the energy waves from which they’d been created Slowly she walked about the vast chamber looking through HER eyes and touching things with HER hands, consciously directly feeling for the first time. It was a momentous event. Looking up she saw the scintillating crystalline formations. Once refreshed she dematerialized her doppelganger and returned to her real body. With a sigh of determination she rechecked those she had flagged as pedophilic sexual predators.

As she found them she graded the flags to reflect the likelihood the pervert would take action. She also set up a ‘template’ for Petra so when she was needed the ‘design’ was ready to be instantly implemented. Many of the memories she saw in the reflagged minds disgusted her and there was a desire to immediately end their lives. Fortunately she realized doing so would not help those who had been their victims nor would it send a message to the world to stop such horrid abuse. Each perp would have to publically confess or be caught in the act. Briefly she thought about putting a geas on each peado. However she understood that putting a block on any such powerful drive would quickly lead to massive frustration which wold inevitably result in some other violent action. Trying to erase the sordid desire would lead to collateral damage of other personality aspects. A black and white decision of how to handle such confrontations was impossible to set. The outcome would depend upon each perp’s evilness.

Jenken managed to keep Jen and Ken in the dark about her escapades as Petra but they could not miss her uncharacteristic solemnity. When they asked what was bothering their sister, Jenken mentally shrugged and told them she was not ready to discuss the matter and begged them to be patient. Since Jen and Ken implicitly trusted Jenken, they acquiesced to her request while letting her know they needed to know.

The day after Hannah’s rescue the news media and web was filled with discussions, commentary, speculation and wonder. As could be expected the webcast of the deed as well as the released 911 call went viral. In fact, many servers were overloaded and crashed. The autopsy confirmed what the video showed. Hank Tudor had been cleanly sliced in two symmetrical halves with the wound instantly cauterized. The evidence of Hank Tudor being cut in half with the massive wound instantly cauterized was indisputable. The video clearly showed the instantaneous materialization of the avenging angel. It revealed her anger at what the man was about to do. It also showed the pulling of the flaming sword, the horrific blow that cleaved him in half, and the sword’s return to the scabbard once the deed was done. The video also showed the sword slicing through the ceiling as it arced towards it’s target. Using the video they calculated Petra stood 6' tall, was quite muscular but not obscenely so, and weighed about 180 pounds. They estimated her measurements to be 38-25-38. A very impressive statuesque amazon.

To further compound the mystery, no fingerprints could be found where the video showed Petra had touched an object. There were imprints, but there were no hints of the normal friction ridges on fingers that were unique to an individual. There was also not a shred of DNA evidence. The policeman’s testimony she simply faded from sight when he arrived only added to the mystery. It was possible a high powered laser could cleave a body in half cauterizing the wound but such a laser was huge and needed more electric power than was available in the entire neighborhood. Simply moving the laser to make such a strike was unwieldy. Additionally, a laser simply would not stop with the man, it would have hit and penetrated the walls behind him but that had not occurred. The only burns were along the arc the blazing sword had inscribed.

There was simply no scientific way to explain what had occurred. The only answer that made sense was the one the video showed. Petra had been an avenging angel. That unsettled nearly half the world’s population since if Petra was an avenging angel, that meant the Judea/Christian/Muslim God had to exist. It also upset the vast majority of the Judea/Christian/Moslem believers since in the 911 tape that was released Petra had turned the Patriarchal stereotype of God as the Father on it’s head. Two sentences cut them to the bone. The first was “God is quite upset by the horrors happening in the world, especially pedophilia, so SHE dispatched me to stop the evil.” The second was “Once they do so, they may then confess their sin before God and beg HER forgiveness.” What would it mean if God was female rather than male?

The saving of Hannah, the obvious execution of Hank Tudor and the words of Petra were the main topic of discussion in the Raven’s Perch. Jenken listened in to the conversations and probed the minds of the patrons and staff to try to gauge how everyone felt. Most were apprehensive fearing the appearance of an angel was the harbinger of the end of times. Yet virtually everyone felt Hank’s execution was justified.

Jenken put a lot of thought into how to proceed. In the heat of the moment she had declared other evildoers would face God’s wrath at Petra’s hand. Indeed over the next several days Petra eliminated other pedophiles with extreme prejudice as they prepared to molest a child. Knowing the power of the web she sent out a live webcast as well as recording each encounter. The downloads were totally untraceable. No one could figure how they got on the web.

When a predator’s tag alerted Jenken they were about to molest, she promptly placed the perp and victim in a temporary state of suspended animation. Petra ‘popped’ to the site as did a remote video camera to record the encounter and to follow Petra afterward. Once set up, Petra faded from sight. Simultaneously she released the suspended animation as the camera began filming. Petra would instantaneously ‘POP’ into the scene, save the child, condemn the perp and promptly execute them with her flaming sword. Then she contacted the local police to rescue the child just as she had done with Hannah. The difference was that the video showed Petra arriving and leaving, materializing out of nothing and then fading back to nothing. Her every move and word was out there for the world to see yet not a shred of physical evidence about how it had been recorded or posted was found.

By the third day Petra had taken out fifteen pedophiles from six different continents. Each encounter occurred in the most prevalent language of the location. With the executions spanning the globe, the world sat up and took notice. Many pedophiles turned themselves in to the authorities and confessed their sins. The rest stopped their predatory actions out of fear.

The stress on Jenken began to take a toll. Even Jen and Ken, normally happy and bubbly, had grown quiet and introspective. On the morning after the third day of executions Jenken told her family during breakfast she had a confession to make. Her demeanor was way out of character and they knew what she had to say was quite serious. Jen and Ken understood they were about to discover what was bothering their sister. Both gave her mental hugs of support.

“I have been projecting mental tendrils into different locations around the world and even the solar system for a few months. With practice, I’ve been able to tap into the earth’s ambient quantum power emanations to actually manifest my projected image,” Jenken began once they’d gathered together. “You’re aware that during the past several months I’ve attracted some stalkers. While annoying, most are harmless. But quite a few are perverts. Fortunately most of them never act on their perversion. Then there are some who do nasty things. Using the billions of tags I’ve made, I was able isolate the true perverts and place a flag in them. The flags are set to alert me when they are about to molest a child.”

Jenken paused to catch her breath and could feel Ken fight back the tears he could feel coming as Jen began to cry. “Three days ago one of the flags went off,” Jenken continued. “I immediately sent a mental probe into the perpetrator’s mind to investigate what he was going to do. What he intended to do was absolutely horrible. I knew I had to stop him and send a message to others like him.”

“I was appalled and angered by his intentions,” Jenken sniffled. “It was a spur of the moment decision to create Petra but I did it to save Hannah.” With that she broke down in tears.

Jen and Ken were stunned. They had heard the news of Petra and the many discussions about the executions of the bad men had engendered. They also new that child molesters hurt little kids and they were glad Jenken was stopping them.

“Oh my God,” Judy gasped almost instantly. “Jenken! You’re Petra?”

The rest of the family gasped as they realized Judy had hit the nail on the head.

“I was so caught up in saving Hannah I had to prevent him from ever doing anything that evil again,” Jenken shivered as she recalled the pervert’s feelings of delight at what he was about to do. “He not only intended to rape Hannah in every orifice, he intended to torture and dismember her while she was still alive! I immediately paralyzed him and leapt into Hannah’s mind to calm her and assure her she would be okay. She knew he was a bad man and was going to hurt her. She’d been praying to God to send an angel to save her. That gave me the idea for Petra the avenging angel. Everything happened so fast I just did it. Once I’d sent him to hell, I had to see that Hannah was rescued. I was absolutely horrified that I’d killed another human, but almost instantly rationalized that anyone who could do what he was about to do to Hannah could no longer be considered human. I was still trying to process what had happened while I took Hannah and had her call 911. That’s when I let Petra say Hank Tudor was just the first. Since then I’ve done the same to other perverts all over the world. It’s having an effect. I can feel their fear and it’s stopping them from acting on their perversion. Quite a few have turned themselves in.”

“Oh Jenken,” Jane cried as she swept her beleaguered child into her arms. The rest of the family joined in for a loving tear filled embrace.

“Jenken, it’s never easy to take another life,” James said. “I know. The guy that hurt your mother and you was not the first man I killed. I killed at least a dozen in combat during the First Gulf War. June has helped me to deal with the anguish. After I returned there were many nights she held me as I had flashbacks and nightmares. She did it again after I killed the man in the Raven’s Perch. It does get better but you’ll need our help. It’s something you’ll have to learn to live with, but you don’t have to handle it alone. Don’t deny the pain, accept it, cry, and move on. We’ll all be here for you.”

The rest of the family firmly agreed as they held the family hug. Jenken melted into their love and support. It meant a great deal to her that Jen and Ken were unswervingly supportive.

“So where do we go from here,” James asked after the hug ended.

“Petra has to go away,” June declared. “Violence solves nothing.”

‘Ah... mom... you’re not completely right,” JJ fidgeted. “While violence usually engenders more violence, it’s violence between humans. What Petra is doing is violence between humans and God. That engenders fear of the Lord and will curtail violence.”

“JJ’s right,” James nodded. “I’m not downplaying what Petra is doing, but the executions are having a positive effect. Dozens of pedophiles have turned themselves in.”

“That may be so,” June countered. “But it’s Jenken, not God who is doing the killing. It’s taking a heavy toll on her.”

Everyone was silent for a few moments as they thought about the problem.

“I know this may sound weird,” Judy spoke up. “When JJ and I married, we all felt the presence of a higher power... Mother Earth, Gaia, God... call it whatever you feel comfortable with. Also, remember, Petra referred to God in the feminine. Think about this... doesn’t ‘God’ work her miracles through humans? Jenken said she materialized Petra out of the earth’s ambient quantum power emanations. Isn’t the innate power of Earth a form of ‘God’? What if ‘God’ needs a human to channel it’s power in order to perform miracles? Maybe Jesus is a such a channel! God used the channel of Jesus for good hoping to convince people to follow. Over the centuries billions have done so, but humans have corrupted the good of Jesus to meet their own ends and desires. The Crusades are a prime example. The entire Reformation occurred because of such corruption! What if the next human channel to come along after Jesus is Jenken? I’m not saying that Jenken is divine, but her birth and survival can only be explained as a miracle! What if ‘God’ used Jenken’s innate chimerism combined with the inutero injuries to manifest a channel that was simultaneously male and female? Since the ‘Love’ angle that Jesus preached is so corruptible, maybe ‘God’ decided to try the ‘Fear of God’ route?”

“The angel being female puts the ‘vengeance of God’ in an entirely different light,” Judy continued. “With a powerful male avenging angel it would be difficult to project empathy and caring along with justified vengeance. But a female avenging angel can be righteously wrathful and still compassionate. Every one of the kids Petra has saved knew they’d been saved by a loving Angel who hurt only the bad guys. That’s also exactly what Petra did when she offered public confession by the offenders as a way to avoid facing her wrath! The more I think about it, I believe ‘God’, in whatever form, wanted Jenken to create Petra to do exactly what she’s been doing. She wants someone who can do the reaping without being corrupted by it. Jenken’s compassion will temper the violence! In turn, we are Jenken’s support group to let her grieve for the violence without having it poison her!”

All heads were nodding as they absorbed Judy’s words. What she’d said not only made sense, it explained why Jenken had survived when by all accounts she should have been still-born or at the very least suffered severe brain damage. Yet Jenken had not only survived, she’d flourished. Using that reasoning even her inter-species communication made sense! She was the inter-species arbitrator! Creating an avenging angel to eliminate the horrors created by humanity made perfect sense!

“So I’m God’s earthly hands,” Jenken sighed. “I guess that’s why I’ve had thoughts about trying to stop other forms of human created evil.”

“There’s a lot of human created evil,” James nodded. “As your support group, I think we should take on some of the onus for deciding what, if anything, needs to be done.”

Again everyone nodded.

“Are you in any danger when you’re Petra?” June asked.

“No,” Jenken replied. “I’m perfectly safe since I’m not really there. Petra’s manifested body might take some damage, but I could easily repair it.”

“Does projecting your thoughts and manifesting Petra take a lot out of you?” Judy asked. “How much can Petra do?”

“It took quite a bit of concentration and power to manifest Petra the first time,” Jenken explained. “But when I projected myself into the cavern and manifested a doppelganger, I barely used any energy. Each time I’ve manifested Petra it has become easier and less costly power wise. Yesterday I even had two manifestations going at the same time. While it took a bit more energy, it was a lot less than what it took the first time.”

Upon seeing the looks of confusion in the eyes of her family she giggled. “I just realized I never told you about the cavern. The big rock at the peak of Moselem Hill is not the focal point for the power flowing into the site. It’s merely the conduit. I mentally joined the power flux and flowed with it into the ground. Several hundred feet beneath the top is a huge cavern I’ve named Moselem Cave. It’s filled with crystals, stalactites and stalagmites that collect the energy. New agers have a valid point when they talk about the power of crystals... they just have no idea what it is or how to tap it. All crystals collect energy.... masses of crystals form in caves so the energy in individual crystals is magnified by others in close proximity. We’re lucky to have five other caves in the area, Schofer Cave, Crystal Cave, Dragon Cave, Dreibelbis Cave and Onyx Cave. They collect ambient power on their own and then funnel it into Moselem cave through underground passages that connect the caves. The underground connections have their own crystals which collect, store and transfer the power. The power in Moselem Cave is so vast and powerful it easily rejuvenates me.”

“After I rescued Hannah, I was distraught and felt wiped out,” Jenken stated. “After Petra faded out and I left the site, I projected myself into the cavern beneath Moselem Hill to refresh myself and then manifested a doppelganger because having a corporeal body makes power absorption faster,” Jenken explained. “That was when I realized that I had been controlling Petra’s body and was controlling my doppelganger. In this body, Jen and Ken control it, I’m just along for the ride. But with Petra and my doppelganger, I actually controlled a body! I lit up the cavern with shimmering green light from the crystals then walked about exploring and touching everything. I never realized what I was missing!”

“But back to Petra,” Jenken continued. “I think if I manifest her in Moselem Cavern, that corporeal body will be immersed in the power vortex. That should provide more than enough energy to allow me to simultaneously project dozens of Petras. Since I’m able to split and project my consciousness into hundreds of tendrils, I shouldn’t have any issues controlling multiple Petras.”

“Wait a minute,” JJ frowned. “What’s with projecting hundreds of tendrils?”

“Oh... yeah... I guess I never told you about that,” Jenken blushed. “It’s just something I do that I never really thought too much about. You know I can tag minds and create flags. I do that by projecting tendrils of my consciousness. When I got the laptop I began to wonder if I could project my tendrils into computers and the internet. So at night while Jen and Ken slept, I experimented. Oh... I guess I never told you that the consciousness in my third lobe never sleeps. Anyway, now I’m able to mentally tap into the internet at will. I’m able to mentally step into every computer and device connected to the internet. When I find a firewall or virus software, I simply mentally step around the barrier. I haven’t found a device I can’t touch. I’ve mentally been all over the world in every government, business, and school in existence. With my ability to learn by downloading information, well, I’ve done it with computers and devices as well as brains. That’s how I know so much. If I don’t already know it, I know where to find the knowledge.”

“My God,” June gasped. “That’s incredible!”

“Damn,” JJ exclaimed. “Is that how things mysteriously appear on the internet without a trace?”

“Guilty as charged,” Jenken smiled crookedly.

“All those scandals... the skeletons hidden in closets that were exposed last spring,” James declared as he looked at his grandchild with awe.

“That was me,” Jenken declared. “The agencies were sniffing around my successful day trading and the FBI, CIA, and other alphabet agencies had me under surveillance with the intent to shut me down. I pulled the skeletons out of the appropriate closets and the heat was off me.”

“Jenken, please don’t take this the wrong way,” June stated. “But are doing anything illegal? Your success in the stock market does seem suspect.”

“I’m skirting legality but technically not breaking it,” Jenken confessed. “My trading success is due to two things. First using my tags I’m in effect getting information on business deals and circumstances without anyone making any disclosures. That might be considered insider trading but what I do does not meet the legal definition. That knowledge enables me to hop onto hot items before anyone is consciously aware of them. Secondly, with my ability to travel the internet, I can make my deals way faster than anyone else and the volume of my trades has so far been limited only by the hardware’s ability to handle it. I’m the first to jump on a bargain. Other brokers and traders watch me and copy my trades. That alone sends prices soaring. Then when I feel the price is as high as it’ll go, I sell, making a hefty profit. Again others try to copy me. But I’m the first in and out and the volume I handle is much greater that anyone can match. That’s why Neknej is worth a bit over a trillion dollars.”

Everyone’s eyes bugged out at that revelation. “Did you say a TRILLION dollars?” James asked with obvious disbelief. “Exactly how much is a trillion dollars?”

“Ahh, yeah,” Jenken began as Jen and Ken wrinkled their face. “Well, Neknej has spent Nearly $20 billion and another hundred million or so has been donated to charities. Once I hit the hundred billion dollar level in my day trading account last May I started pulling cash out to keep the trading account at $100 billion, The funds drawn off have been going into Neknej to purchase real estate and purchasing controlling interest in dozens of businesses around the world. As of the close of trading yesterday the value of the Neknej Enterprise portfolio is $1.8 trillion give or take a couple of billion.”

“Jenken... $1.8 TRILLION!” JJ exclaimed

Jenken grinned crookedly and nodded his agreement.

There was a collective mouth drop.

“I’d intended to donate 10% to charities,” Jenken added. “But I realize such large amounts will stop others from giving. So I’m working out campaigns with several charities where Neknej will match all funds donated during the campaigns. Oh, Dad, Judy, how would you like the money I owe you for staking me?”

“Just write us checks,” James said as he tried to wrap his mind around the latest revelations by their wunderkind. “That’s if it’s okay with Judy.”

“That’s fine with me,” Judy sighed. “So Jenken, what other types of human evil have you thought of tackling!”

“The biggest one and the hardest to stop,” Jenken replied quite seriously. “Terrorism.”

“I say go for it,” James almost growled. “I fought in the First Gulf War. I found the vast majority of Muslims were decent people. Unfortunately a few hot-heads have terrified their own people. On top of that are Imams, Mullahs and Ayatollahs who hate and use the Koran to foster the hatred terrorists thrive on.

“Dad, it’s not just Muslims who use terrorism. There are a number of Christians who use it too,” Jenken cut in. “I’ll take out all who foster terrorism regardless of their race, faith, or gender.”

James nodded his approval. “I stand corrected. If Petra can stop those who stoop to terrorism, do so.”

“James, that’s too dangerous,” June exclaimed. “If the government can’t stop them, how can Petra? Besides, they’ll come after us!”

“Mom, we’re safe,” Jane grinned with an almost predatory smile. “Petra has been sent by God, the same God many of the terrorists claim to be following via jihad.”

“Do you have any ideas as to how to get the terrorists?” Judy asked.

“Yes,” Jenken declared. “I’ll start with a warning... a warning that can’t be ignored, downplayed, or explained. Then Petra will wreak a horrific vengeance.”

“How will you select suitable targets?” JJ asked.

“I’m already combing my tags,” Jenken replied. “With a few simple mental queries I can tell who supports terrorism and who conducts it. I’ll take out the worst offenders.”

“What if you miss someone?” Judy asked.

“I also check each mind that knows about terrorism for their supporters, leaders and followers. Even if I don’t have a person tagged, once I discover someone might be a person of interest, I can search them out and tag them. Those who may not be evil enough to make the hit list will find the evidence of their complicity has been made public. They may escape Petra’s wrath, but they will not get away with their misdeeds.”

After hours of discussion a consensus for a plan was reached. Jenken promptly set it in action.

Jenken materialized a doppelganger in Moselem Cavern. Then she allowed her materialized body to float in the energy flux to the center of the massive cavern so the power vortex surrounded and engulfed her. With that she sent her tendrils all over the world to search out and link into every commercial broadcast. After making sure she knew the language being used, she was ready.