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
If I were using the original version of the stealth suit, I would have died. Whoever this woman was, she had all of Haley’s strength, more size and greater reach to work with.
Her claws would have torn through the fabric of my armor even though it had multiple layers and hardened in response to pressure.
This stealth suit’s materials came from my own imagination combined with alien tech. Using elements of nanotechnology, it adjusted and even repaired itself while it was being damaged. Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 3
As I spoke, the second came up behind the first. When the suit’s visuals depended on the sonic and thermal systems, the edges became fuzzier than with normal night vision, but the second person appeared to be female.
Unsure if it would be worth listening in, I decided to anyway. The suit was receiving sound from that direction already. It would just process it differently.
Static resolved into a husky woman’s voice. “… How far do we have to go? Halfway between the buildings?” Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 2
Chris replied before I did. “The police saw some guy that looks it could be Haley’s or Travis’ relative—like when you got burned—except not in alien armor.”
Sydney’s mouth twisted. “I remember those guys. But not an invasion, right?”
Shrugging, Chris said, “They only saw one and no spaceships.”
Deciding they ought to know, I added, “I’m betting it’s from the Abominator birthing chamber where I work. It’s not the first creature created in the thing that’s been used lately.”
“Okay,” Sydney said. “I’ll go.” Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 1
Slipping off of my stool, I took a quick look at the factory dashboard on my monitor. I didn’t have any processes running that had to be manually stopped.
I was safe from whatever the nanotech equivalent of Mickey Mouse directing brooms to carry pails of water might be.
Compelled to be accurate, I said, “We did talk a few different times, but yeah, it hasn’t been much more than ‘hi’ and a couple technical things.” Continue reading Claws & Eyes: Part 9
I stared at him. “Seriously? I’m supposed to help them do it? Isn’t there a point at which we intervene?”
Lim frowned. “There is. When we know before someone might die, we intervene, but even then we try to do it without blowing our cover if it’s possible. Right here, we don’t have that. We’ve got a body that might be be connected and we are following up on that. We don’t need you to do it.
“We’ve also got a problem that has destroyed humanity in alternate universe and that puts this whole operation on a lot of people’s watch lists for a lot of different reasons. The problem is that some of the people whose watch list it’s on are not in it for the right reasons.” Continue reading Claws & Eyes: Part 8
After Vaughn and I went back to the house, I headed immediately down to my lab because I wanted to talk with Isaac Lim. I’d told Vaughn about how I’d now become the “lead” and only programmer on Higher Ground’s birthing chamber remote control project (or whatever it was called).
He’d stared at me long enough that I worried that he wasn’t paying attention to the road. “Let me get this straight—you’re duplicating Cassie’s Abominator Citizen’s Mark with a psi helmet?”
Shaking my head and looking forward, hoping Vaughn would take the hint, I said, “Not exactly. I think her Citizen’s Mark gives her total control of the device. From what I understand, the psi helmet would give the user the default level of access the Abominators gave normal users. I suspect that would still be more than we’re comfortable with.” Continue reading Claws & Eyes: Part 7