![]() ![]() Half asleep, Kyle grimaced and clutched the old scars of his infection. Book looked over at the man lying next to her. I lost them when they went over Lake Sammamish. Three bursts of Aether overhead in the last half-hour, in formation. You think those idiots in the city are going to do it properly? I was careful and I got a result. “Something’s happened.” “How can you be sure?” “I’ve been scouting the limits of the Bellevue Infrastructure -” “You shouldn’t have been,” she interrupted. “The Hive has been disturbed,” he replied in the same dialect. “Speak,” she said, using the language he’d specified. Knight leaned over in his car seat, contorting to see out of the sunroof, watching the skies. She thumbed the touchscreen to “answer.” “Speak,” she said in perfect Finnish. The screen showed one unread email, subject “FIN,” and an incoming call with a withheld number. She regarded the human momentarily, put her hand on his shoulder and returned to the phone. Beside her, Kyle stirred, mumbling in his sleep. Book woke immediately, recognizing the ringtone of her second cell, the phone on which she could be reached in emergencies. The sounds of traffic filtered up into the apartment, overcoming the gentle white-noise hiss of the radios in every room. ![]() ++LOCATE++ The call came just before dawn. At last, he fell into grateful unconsciousness. He tumbled, shattering trees as he fell, until his body cracked with final impact. For an instant, he felt cool air on his agonized skin, and then a lurch as gravity took hold. ![]() The night-time air split open with a scream as he finally took material form, followed by a shockwave. His Essence sublimated, burning out of him with white-hot agony, boiling away into the world like the trail of a comet. He thrashed in four dimensions, attempting to right himself, but his functions were being severed from him one by one, each accompanied by a terrible, visceral wrench. The freezing numbness where he should be warm, the deafening silence where there should be reassuring control. Every particle of being on fire, every whipcord of metal fibers twisted, every one of his twelve arms shattered. Conte, Susann Hessen, David A Hill Jr, Alec Humphrey, Danielle Lauzon, Michelle Lyons-McFarland, Matthew McFarland, Mark Stone, Travis Stout, Stew Wilson, Eric Zawadzki ENEMY ACTION ++INSTIGATE++ Peace. ![]()
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