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The Power: Part 4

Sydney had been looking back at Camille, but in response to Camille’s question, she turned to look past the closet next to the door and into the main room.

Tall and thin with long blond hair and pale skin, anyone who saw Sydney with Sean assumed that they were brother and sister. Sean knew this. Seeing Camille with Sydney made him wonder how he’d ever missed that Camille was also his sister.

Even though Camille had long, dark brown hair and tan skin, courtesy of her mother, her face had the same oblong shape and lips as Sean and Sydney. Her height was only a little shorter than Sydney’s.

He could see an echo of his father’s face in both of theirs. It wasn’t the only way his father had disappointed him, but that wasn’t Camille’s fault. Continue reading The Power: Part 4

The Power: Part 3

“No problem, I’ll watch for it,” Vaughn said. “The thing is about business is that it’s all about people in the end. Get in bed with the wrong people and you get crabs or something. I mean, seriously, Uncle Russ made a deal with the Nine and he’s going to be paying for it for a long time even if he doesn’t go to jail.”

Ignoring the cascade of memories of Russell Hardwick and his father, Sean said, “Yeah. I’ll keep it in mind. I don’t want crabs.”

Vaughn laughed and after a little while they hung up. Continue reading The Power: Part 3

Who Are The True?: Part 6

The claw had penetrated at least an inch deep and while the other four hadn’t penetrated as far, they were all bleeding—a lot.

Aiming the sonics of my left arm at Art, who’d begun to get up from the floor,I fumbled with a can that hung on my utility belt, pulled it out, and sprayed, covered the wounds with foam.

Vaughn threw a bolt of lightning at Art and he convulsed, going down for good as a crack of thunder echoed in the room. Continue reading Who Are The True?: Part 6

Who Are The True?: Part 2

I set the implant to take an image of each page and flipped one after another until they were all in the implant’s memory, not even bothering to read them. I’d have time for that later. What we needed to do now was to get the information and get out.

“Oh, man,” Vaughn had opened one of the folders he’d pulled out of the filing cabinet and stood looking at the pages inside. Then he reached into the folder and pulled out a small object. “Remember this?” Continue reading Who Are The True?: Part 2

Truth and the True: Part 15

“I could just stop above the building, engage the gravitics and float down. Then you could walk out.” Haley checked the screens on the instrument panel and then glanced back up toward the windshield. 

“I’d like that.” Stephanie’s mouth twisted as she glanced in my direction.

Shrugging, I said, “I was thinking that if anyone was watching upward, we’d have a better chance for the jet to avoid detection if we floated down. I mean, yes, it’s hard to see, but if they know what to look for, they’ll see a jet shaped spot of nothing that turns into a jet in a blacker than black energy shield hovering above the building. If we drop out of it high enough, it won’t notice the jet or any of the three of us unless they’ve got phenomenal senses or exactly the right kind of Abominator tech.” Continue reading Truth and the True: Part 15

Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 5

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

Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 4

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

Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 3

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

Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 2

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

Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 1

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