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“We were using it with the scanners to open doors until the power went out.”
Pop.Pop. A glance showed Cancer and Leo kneeling and taking random potshots, not at the cops—Zodiacs didn’t shoot the good guys doing their job—but at their parked cars and the lights.
“Everyone prepare to beam out,” Aries shouted.
“Is that wise?” Scorpio asked. Much as he wanted to leave, duty did remind him of a few key things. “If we go, the cops will confiscate everything here as part of a crime scene, meaning they’ll discover what Cetus was really up to.”
“They won’t be finding anything,” Capricorn announced as he emerged from the stairwell with a grin. “Explosive are set. Just tell me when and this baby is going to blow.”
Aries glanced at Aquarius, whom Scorpio hadn’t seen sitting behind the reception desk, his face bent over his laptop. “Are the civilians cleared?”
“Yup. As far as I could tell, they all evacuated when the alarm went off. Should just be us left and maybe a few stray mercs that got scared and hid,” Aquarius replied, slamming the laptop shut before standing.
“Good enough. Zodiacs, move out.”
Usually, Scorpio would be last to go. Not today. Hugging Rebecca tight, he called on his tattoo, pulled on the power of his constellation, and beamed home.
Only to arrive at the tower empty-handed.
Not only was the orb gone, but Doc was too!
CHAPTER 18
The painin Rebecca’s chest from the gunshot went from sharp, and whimpering-worthy, to nothing.
Probably because she died. A valid assumption, seeing how Rebecca floated in a dark place. No body to see or feel or hear. Nothingness everywhere…
Hold on a moment. Was that the orb floating in front of her? But not the same orb she recalled. No longer did it appear made of dull metal but rather it twinkled like a miniature star.
Finally, the first piece.
The voice she’d heard only once before in her dream sounded pleased.
What is it?
Rebecca tried to speak, and while the words didn’t emerge aloud, the entity in this place heard her this time.
It is the beginning.
Of what?she asked through her thoughts.
My escape.
The claim held an ominous ring, but Rebecca found herself more concerned by the spinning orb. It whirled, faster and faster, shooting off streaks of light. If she’d had arms, she wouldhave held them over her face to protect it. At least the sparks didn’t cause her harm.
What’s happening?
The voice didn’t reply as the orb glowed brighter and brighter, a miniature sun preparing to go supernova.
Despite having no body, Rebecca closed her eyes, to no effect. The brilliance expanded, much like a bubble overfilled, before exploding with a shock wave that sent her incorporeal form tumbling.
When she returned to simply floating, the dark nothing had resumed, and the orb was gone, but the voice returned, stronger than before.
And so it begins.
What’s going on? Where am I? Who are you? Am I dead?A flurry of questions erupted.
You are not dead, simply in a place outside of time and not for much longer. You’ve completed your task. Time for you to go while I wait for the next piece.