“Don’t blame me, Ben,” the woman said as she stepped right along with him. She waved to the antique basket he had just purchased. “You’re the one that let me out. Now tell me, what do you want?”
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They had tried to intercept the shuttles over central Arizona. There would need to be a cover-up, but being seen by “civilians” was the least of the shuttle crew’s worries right now. They were in a pursuit of their own, one they had to win no matter what.
Eldar watched the horizon to the west. He was certain that this would be the time that En’ger Wills would be wrong. No one would could be right every time. En’ger had said that yesterday or today would be the day when the green Sky Tower, the last one, would fall.
Heagen opened his eyes. Sky? He was looking up at a clear, blue sky. That wasn’t right, was it? He sat up, confused. He cast his eyes around for a minute, memory flooding back into consciousness.
Heagen watched from the doorway as the witch meandered through the marketplace. Ordinary people would be surprised by just how much evil mingled with them in their day to day lives. It’s for the best, he thinks to himself as he stands there.
Davon felt the hum of its approach long before he could actually hear it. He had lived two decades within its enveloping comfort before returning to the Earth below. Now, he felt comfort only with the daily struggle to survive.