The helicopter crashed to the ground. Whatever control Spindle had was lost. Her concentration divided between so many things had taken its toll. SWAT's powers accentuated her already precarious situation. Her failure to hold the chopper in place would be her undoing.
Their orders were to regard Spindle as a secondary priority. Saving the hostages were primary. However, for SWAT, in order for him to save the primary, he had to deal with the secondary.
SWAT jumped to his feet and began running toward the kidnapper. He waved his arms in the air and shouted with an intense urgency, "SPINDLE!!! LET THEM GO BEFORE THERE IS NO ONE LEFT TO SAVE!!!"
As he spoke, SWAT bombarded her with all the intense emotion and desire he could conjure up. The closer he ran the more she would be manipulated by it. He would run until he was about 10 feet away. His power wasn't just a feeling at this point. At this distance, and this potency, his power had now snatched her with a death grip. An immense need
for her to release the hostages safety, implanted themselves into the depths of her brain. More than her lungs needed oxygen, more than the allies she fought for, she had
to get those hostages to safety. Or die trying.
Judah hoped that the trust he had built since the beginning of their encounter would be enough to "seal the deal." If not...it would get messy. His bluish shield still shimmered around him as if to confirm his own thoughts.