Abby shrieked as the infant she held flew directly up in the air.

     An invisible warrior had him snatched. 

     Gramps whipped out a blaster to aim at the space above the child's head. The infant rose quickly, though, so to say it was a moving target was to say the least. Still, Gramps figured that if he...

​     Twenty feet off the ground, and the baby stopped moving.

     He hung for a second in mid air, then dropped again.

     Abby, Alison and Kathy bumped into each other getting under the child to catch him. 

     Something, or someone, else, though, snatched the child.

     Then, Trevor's voice: 

     "I've got him!" he yelled even as the child seemed to tumble end over end for the ground all by itself. He didn't reach the ground, though, but, instead, hovered two feet over the ice. "Someone's after him still! Help!"

     Abby snatched the baby out of Trevor's arms. "Go!"

     It's Adama, Adam thought as he neared them. She's making a grab for my son. 

     Like he'd allow that.

     Adam trebled his pace...

​     and then he leaped.    

CONTINUE