I sat down, not wanting them to think I was watching them. Thanks to the bots I’d hidden around the offices and the lab, I didn’t have to watch them with my eyes. Allowing communication between my bots and my implant let me sit at my desk and watch the two of them move with my brain.
No doubt that opened up issues related to both privacy and humanity’s cyborg future, but I wasn’t worried about them. For me, being able to watch the two of them as they walked over to one of the small conference rooms meant that life was good.
I’d bugged that small conference room. Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 13
I recognized them. I didn’t know their names, but I’d seen them at the party the company threw at the old hotel by Lake Michigan.
Neither of them went by the company’s informal dress standard—jeans and a t-shirt, but their success in looking a cut above the rest of us worked better on the woman than the man.
Only a few inches shorter than I was, the woman had light skin, blond hair and wore a green suit jacket with a black turtleneck and pants. It struck me as a goth turned business professional look. I guessed she might be in her early thirties.
I pegged the man as being in his early forties. A couple inches shorter than the woman, he had curly black hair, tan skin, and either hadn’t shaved or grew facial hair at an alarming rate. Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 12
“Are you imagining that I brought weed along in my backpack? Or maybe guns? Bombs?”
I grinned at Stephanie, knowing that she didn’t expect any of those things. This was likely her way of hinting that any bugs I set in the offices or anything I might be carrying to control them might need to be hidden better or removed.
Stephanie rolled her eyes. “No. I was thinking you maybe had a jackknife.”
A couple cubicles away, Victor laughed. If there were an art to saying secret things in public, we seemed to have mastered it—or maybe that was just her. Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 11
Before I thought about it, I asked, “Why would your parents let you try drugged Cheerios even once? I’m assuming they didn’t label them.”
Tara laughed. “No. I mean, you know Infinity City. It’s in the middle of North Dakota in this world and it’s not in the center of civilization in most places it exists. So the nations around it find it easy to control what gets in an out and we don’t have farmland, so we’re dependent on anything that gets imported. If food comes from an alternate universe where the government keeps its citizens in a drugged out haze, we’ll take it. If a government’s trying to control the version of Infinity City that exists there, we’ll still take the food and it’ll probably get shipped into place that have nothing to do with where the food came from.” Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 10
She frowned. “And you know, preventing Lee from finding something out isn’t the only reason the previous Bloodmaidens might not tell me something. It’s just as possible that they made an arrangement with him to push me in some direction. All they have to do is give or withhold the right information at the right time.”
Shaking her head, she pushed herself off the stool. “Anyway, that’s all I’ve got. Unless you need anything else, I should go to bed.”
I shook my head. “That’s all for me. I should sleep too. I know I’ve got stuff to hand in tomorrow. If I go to bed soon, I’ll be able to do it tomorrow morning.”
And with that, we both left, me to my room and her to her car. Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 9
She passed me the die and I looked down at it where it sat on my palm. It felt warm, warmer than my hand and the room anyway.
Then an idea struck me. “Could you make it glow when I touch it? It doesn’t have to be much—ideally about as much as it would when the uh… donor comes near.”
Amy scowled. “Now? If you’d asked me before, it would have been easy, but now I’d either have to undo it and remake it—and believe me, you can’t guess how hard that would be—or…”
Her voice trailed off and she stared at me. “Of course that only applies to normal people. For you, it will be easy. Hold out your hand—not the one with the die.” Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 8
Nodding, I said, “Then what do you need?”
“Not much more than this,” she held up the vial between us. “I’ve got the rest on me.”
Then she pulled out a knife from her backpack along with several clear, plastic bags filled with different colored powders. “Sometime I should ask you if you have spare space down here. I’ve got more equipment that I can’t keep out in my dorm room. I keep what I can in my backpack.”
Eyeing the bags, I thought about HQ. “We can make space. We’ve got some rooms we’re mostly using for storage. Back during the original League’s time, everyone had their own separate space. Right now, I’m the only one who cares.” Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 7
Amy didn’t appear in the next instant, but it didn’t take too long—maybe five minutes.
When she did appear, she walked through the door with frown on her face that edged close to a snarl and a quick but stiff walk.
Taking in her expression as she walked through the door and took a seat on the stool next to mine, I said, “I hope you didn’t feel like you had to come. This could have waited until tomorrow.” Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 6
I couldn’t call Amy at nearly midnight. Well, maybe I could, but she’d left with Vaughn. Even if they weren’t officially dating anymore, what they were doing looked exactly like dating—which meant that any texts I made might interrupt nakedness.
I didn’t want to be that guy.
Tara’s voice, high pitched but steady sounded in my helmet. “They teleported away with Abominator technology.”
Chris and Sydney stood in front of the office building, each of them looking in opposite directions next to the bodies of the tentacled beasts they’d killed.
Chris asked, “Are you sure?” Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 5
She took twenty feet or more at a step. I’d seen Haley do the same when she wanted to. At the same time, Haley ran with more confidence. The woman I was fighting now almost fell twice, catching herself the first time and diving into a roll on the second.
It hinted that she wasn’t used to her powers or that blasting her with sound might have damaged one or more of her eardrums and her sense of balance along with it.
As fast as Haley could run, I knew the Rocket suit flew faster and this person had less control over her abilities. I let more fuel into the rocket pack and felt the suit lurch forward even as she poured on the speed. Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 4