“We’re over the ships, Cederic,” Sybell said as she swiveled away from her consoles.
“Excellent,” Cederic answered, bringing the shuttle to a near motionless hover. “Have we figured anything else out, yet?”
“No,” Sybell droned, returning her attention to the consoles.
Cederic ground his teeth but managed to ask, “How deeply are they buried?”
“Fortunately, the ships are close to the surface” Sybell chirped. “We should be able to dig a path to them quickly...
Marcus walked away from the meeting hall, shoving his hands into his pockets. Before he could get far, someone grabbed at his arm and asked, “Marcus, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine Talia,” he answered, smiling as he turned to look at the spindly woman. “I just wish they paid more attention to our survival.”
Putting her hands on her hips, Talia sighed with exasperation, “Stop exaggerating, you know they’re focusing on our survival. The Western region started breeding the surviving animals.”
“Easy Talia,” Marcus said as he raised his hands in surrender. He walked over to a tree and leaned against it, “I wasn’t trying to diminish your good work...
Last month we followed Sylvia’s final efforts to prepare for Kameron’s celebration. She collected her equipment from Gregor. Then she went about securing the two paths that Kameron’s guard missed. Then we followed her actions during the celebration. This month we return to watch Harrison follow his latest investigation with a relic...
Pulling the note from his pocket, Lucious reread the postcard.
Come to the museum. Find the three paintings each with a mother and child and sit on the couch at six this evening.
Twisting his wrist, Lucious looked at his watch and mumbled, “Fifteen minutes early.” Crumpling the note, Lucious shoved the paper ball into his pocket and sat down on the couch in the middle of the little nook. He leaned against the back of the sofa, staring at the center portrait. He let his eyes dance upon every line of the woman and child glorified in the central canvas. While he absorbed the painting’s beauty, Lucious’s hand reached for the top of his head...
The old man’s knuckles rapped softly on the door, and he took a step away from the door, waiting next to Darren. A few seconds later, the door flung open, and a lithe woman flew into Darren, wrapping her arms around him. A man followed on her footsteps and glared at the older man, “Who are you, and why do you have our son?”
The man inclined his head, “My name is Leodor Sultasar.” Lifting his head, he asked, “I assume you’re Darren’s parents. May I come in?”
“Oh,” Darren’s mother squeaked. “I’m sorry for my husband’s tone, we’re worried about Darren.”
Leodor nodded, “I understand, but we need to talk...