It didn’t take long before we reentered the conference room. It was a straight shot down the hall, after all. As we stepped inside, V8 was saying, “Unless any of you have something you’d like to add, all we’re waiting for is Working Man and V4.”
That’s the moment when Working Man opened the door. V8 turned to him, saying, “I was just about to end the meeting. Do you have anything you want to say?”
Working Man shook his head, “I’ll talk to Blue Mask in a moment, but everything’s fine. I’m happy with the work that everyone’s done. You’re all free to go.” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 66
Sitting there, I still felt everything I’d been feeling before he’d told me this was a test and I’d passed. My stomach still turned and my heart may have slowed a little, but I could still feel it beating. I didn’t know what to do with my arms.
It wasn’t as if I needed to punch someone, but it didn’t feel right to place them on the arms of the chair. I didn’t know what would feel right, but up in a blocking position was the first thought that came to mind. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 65
That didn’t stop me from continuing to talk, “Look, you literally weren’t available to answer questions and it was deliberate. You had the technology to contact us even if all you did was send a short text. I know this. I made it. In fact, I’ve been in situations this bad without losing contact with my team. Sometimes I’ve ignored them long enough to get out of a bad situation, but you were unavailable for hours. And I’ve got the experience to know when I’m out of my depth. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 64
Mateo shook his head, “We didn’t follow them. We’d fought all the way up the tower, destroyed I don’t know how many vampires by then, and they were fresh. Offering them a way out kept everyone alive.”
Chin jutting forward, Working Man said, “Including them. They’re monsters that live off of humans. They literally took over the city’s police department and influenced the local media to keep it quiet as they had the police lay siege to Unity’s base. That’s a significant level of power to let loose in this city. What’s to stop them from starting up where they left off?” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 63
Amy landed next to me as Samita and Vincent got off my bike and I pushed it into the “garage” off of the elevator circle in the middle. In my peripheral vision, I saw that Rod had slid off Mateo’s and that Mateo was pushing his bike over as well.
Working Man waved everyone down the hall, “Conference room.”
Counting the people in my head, I stifled a groan. The conference room held six people on a good day and four comfortably. There were seven of us. Vincent wasn’t quite human-sized, but he wasn’t much smaller.
This was going to suck. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 62
With that, we started down the stairs, walking down more than thirty floors. I don’t know exactly how many. Book Tower had 38 floors and I knew that we were close to the top, but not there.
The implant could have told me, but I didn’t care enough to check.
However long the walk felt, and it did feel long, we made it to the ground floor before the police took control of the building. As we made it down to the empty room by the front doors, a few police stood inside amid the concrete floors and walls, the ornate ceilings, and the exposed wires and cables from the construction.
Their hands moved toward their weapons as we stepped out of the stairway, but dropped away as they recognized us. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 61
Mateo and I looked at each other. My helmet covered my face, but Mateo’s frozen expression hinted at the same dread I felt.
Not letting Working Man wait, Mateo took the call, “Blue Mask here. Are you okay?”
In a hoarse voice, Working Man said, “We’re alright. What’s your situation? Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 60
Mateo began to open his mouth, but he didn’t get to say anything. Vincent started shouting at the retreating vampires.
“Hey, you guys are going to call off the cops and everybody, right? Because if I go back to Unity Base and find that we’re still under siege, you and I are going to have words.”
Barrington turned around and gave him a bow, “Your wish is my command, largest of hamsters.” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 59
Looking over at us and then turning back to the king, Bobby said, “I love love. I love blood. Blood and love.”
There might, I thought to myself, be something wrong with Bobby.
Barrington nodded, “That’s another one of my councilors against a fight, but still a major change of course. I need a moment to think. I’d like some silence while I consider the situation. I’m going to go over to the corner. Don’t start fighting while I’m gone.” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 58
If we were imagining the hypothetical boy band that the vampires were members of, Barrington would be the conventionally attractive guy, Lhust, the manly guy, and Loremaster, the geeky guy. Maybe those aren’t really boy band tropes, but I don’t listen to boy bands.
Anyway, that left the other two.
Barrington smiled at us, “I think we can be friends, but since we’re introducing everyone, I shouldn’t skip Leo and Bobby.”
He nodded at each of them as he said their names. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 57