Fifteen minutes later,
Molly, Renee, Kathryn, Yuki and a pair of minions were at Kurt's
“Where's Donovan?” Kurt
asked. Although Donovan didn't have a cell phone, his minions
had already passed on the news. At least they were supposed to.
“Don't know,” Bryce
replied, just as confused. “He knows where you live, right?”
Blaine lifted his head,
sensing something. “Oh... 'scuse me.”
He teleported away,
arriving five seconds later along with Donovan. Upon arrival,
Donovan glared down Kurt and muttered, “You moved.”
Kurt narrowed his
eyebrows and looked around. “Um, yeah... but you were here
Donovan turned his head.
“I was far too distraught over the loss of the tome to take in
my surroundings. But now... we shall enter in the night and
Molly raised a finger.
“Donovan, that...” She paused and thought it over, then
continued, “...actually brings up a good question.” She turned
to Kurt. “While inside, are we going to pursue the book?”
“Saving Ellen's our main
goal, but if we come across it, you bet.”
After a curt nod, Molly
yawned. The call from Kurt had woken her up and if it weren't
for the absolute necessity of this mission, she would have let
him and Troy do it alone. The yawn proved contagious as Yuki,
Kathryn and Blaine followed suit.
“How's your potion
coming?” Molly asked Yuki.
Yuki stole a sip of
Kathryn's Red Bull. “It's coming along,” she replied as she
returned to work on an anti-sleep potion. Too tired to remember
the exact concoction, she took the rest of the Red Bull and
poured it in. That same potion comprised part of the drink
“Babies,” Renee said
with a snicker, “It's only 11:30. I was up playing Halo.”
themselves as Yuki finished up the potion, but it was a clean
finish and explosion free. Most of the group imbibed and, after
a round of intense jitters and dangerously high heart rates,
stood alert and ready for battle.
“All right!” Kathryn
shouted, pounding her staff on the ground. “So are we going to
save her or not?!” She drummed a few more times.
“Shh!” Kurt exclaimed.
“Remember what happened last time we woke the neighbors?”
“Sorry! Can't stop!”
“Then let's get going,”
Molly added, hiding a twitching eye. She shooed everybody out
the door and into Kurt and Troy's cars.
The initial effects of
the potion wore out along the way, so everybody was good and
sober when they pulled up to the Golden Sun office. Though only
two stories, looking up at the facade in the night sky was still
First objective was
getting inside. The obvious plan was to have Kurt teleport in
and unlock the front door, but that proved more difficult than
“Um... oh boy,” he said
after the first two attempts went nowhere.
Molly glared at the
door, then approached it. “Figures they'd have something set up.
We'll have to do this the hard way.”
Kurt and Molly pored
over the door, trying to establish what exactly the hard way
implied. Two minutes of cold observation ended with glass
shattering nearby. They both turned, readied themselves for any
necessary defense, and dropped their guard when they saw Kathryn
clearing out the rest of the glass from the now-broken window.
“Try not to overthink
this, guys,” she said. Once enough glass was out of the pane,
she helped Yuki squeeze through the window.
Molly sighed. “I was
hoping to avoid outright breaking and entering.”
Shaking any glass shards
off of her staff, Kathryn replied, “Why? Is it less illegal to
Regardless of the means,
Yuki got in and unlocked the front door for everybody else. No
alarms sounded from either the window or the front door- a lucky
break and a clear cause for suspicion.
“Almost like we're being
invited in,” Troy said, cautiously scanning the sparse entryway.
“Maybe they just forgot
to turn the alarm on when they left,” Renee said, trying to
offer some explanation.
“Or they want to take
care of us without getting the police involved.”
Speaking of which, Molly
had gone to the window to repair the pane. Whether Golden Sun
intended it or not, she certainly did not want the police to
drive by and see a sign of forced entry. Such a spell would
normally be easy for her, but her trigger fired only blanks.
Nothing happened to the glass.
Likewise, Kurt had
trouble conjuring a light ball.
Kurt stared at his palm.
“Not getting a light ball.”
Donovan scoffed. “You
forgot the incantation... Illumitorium!” He didn't get one
Yuki looked around
nervously. “You think it might be a negator?”
“Seems to be the case,”
Molly replied, returning to the group.
“What's that?” asked
Molly raised an eye at
Kathryn, before explaining what she felt was obvious: “It
negates all magic in the area.
Suddenly, Troy got the
chills. A dark, enemy office building late at night with none of
their usual powers. “So we're left defenseless.”
Another scoff, this time
from Molly. “Hardly. If this is all they have, it's quite
stupid. It negates their magic too, including any traps they
could have laid for us.”
“Given our numbers, and
knowing me and Kathryn, our odds in a fight are probably better
without magic,” Kurt added.
“Hey!” Yuki shouted.
While everyone had gone back to ignoring her, she had wandered
to the other end of the room. “I think I found it!”
Ordering the others to
remain by the front door, Molly and Kurt checked out Yuki's
finding. As soon as they approached the discolored marble tile,
they felt their spiritual energy draining. Kurt peeled the tile
off, revealing a small compartment underneath. A small disc spun
“There she is,” Kurt
observed, standing back up. “Smash it up?” Molly nodded, but
Kurt's foot was too big to fit through the hole. They were going
to need a weapon that could reach in with enough force to
shatter the disc.
“Hey! Put me down!” Yuki
cried as Kurt and Molly hoisted her up under the arms. Centering
her over the compartment, they lifted her in the air as far as
“Ready?” Kurt asked
“No!” Yuki replied, but
Molly nodded. They threw the young girl down to the ground,
driving one foot into the negator. Her foot was big enough and
the force was enough to splinter it. Immediately, they felt
their powers restored.
They also saw a circle
appear underneath them, and two more in front of the entrance
under the other six.
Molly said, gritting her teeth. “This would be one of the-”
Traps. Three of them, to
be exact. Before she could finish, she, Kurt and Yuki were
teleported away. Just like everybody else at the entrance. In a
flash, the room was silent once more.
they were in a different building. The architecture was
different, in a darker motif than the Golden Sun office. They
were also in a long hallway, lit only by dim sconces between
several doors on both sides. Their backs were up against an
emergency exit door that was apparently locked.
troubling of all was that 'they' consisted solely of Kurt, Molly
are we?” Molly asked, carefully eying the hallway, which seemed
to open up into a brighter room on the far end.
Bloodberry wasn't telling. “Can't connect to the GPS. I doubt
that we're in the same building. Might not even be in the same
the city? How did they get past the anti-teleportation field you
set up?” Yuki blubbered.
Kurt could answer, Molly added, “And if you say 'magic,' I'll
the irght resources, it's possible the circles in that book can
get around a normal ATB. The field prevents teleportation
spells, not circles that happen to take you somewhere,” Kurt
where's everybody else?” Yuki mumbled.
know. And I can't get cell phone reception either. Wherever they
are, they'll have to take care of themselves.”
though none of them have any idea what to do and if they get
hurt, I'm stuck with you two?”
nodded. “That's the spirit.”
sense staying here,” Molly said, stepping down the hall.
moment, the hallway doors flew open and a dozen men flew out,
all wearing identical black business suits. Watching as the
suits adopted fighting stances, Kurt and Molly turned to each
other, more awed than frightened.
have an army of corporate goons on call?” Kurt marveled.
tailored suit for all of them... these bastards can afford
everything,” Molly added.
the goons charged forward, rubbing his hands together before
flailing at Molly and Kurt. Kurt didn't wait to see what it was,
and threw up a stone wall to intercept it and serve as a
sat at the base of the wall. She saw Yuki clinging to the
emergency exit door. “Yuki, stay back and get down.”
the same. “Yeah, we can handle this, but we may need a drink
when we're done.” After a deep breath, he turned to Molly.
“Well, Molly? Shall we dance?”
narrowed an eye at him. “Won't Kathryn get jealous?”
Chuckling, Kurt stood up. “Are you trying to be catty or
than answer, Molly stood, turned around, and cast a spell on the
blockade. The top half detached and hurtled toward the mob,
taking out about half of them before the others got the idea to
duck. Those remaining stood and fired an assortment of air and
fire spells back, forcing Kurt and Molly to take cover again.
start,” Kurt said, raising a hand to fire another spell. Before
he could, a magic flame singed his wrist. He yelped in pain and
pulled it down.
barrage of projectiles prevented either of them from getting a
shot off and forced Yuki to cower in the corner rather than make
serious progress on a potion. One demon poked his head over the
barrier. Molly nailed him good.
his wrist, Kurt laid flat on his back, his legs against the
barrier. From this horizontal position, he could get his trigger
off easily and created a stone buckler. With that, he would have
a shield to let him battle a little more upright.
At least that was his intention. “Perfect,” Molly said, using a
spell to lift the buckler into the air and send it coursing down
the hall like a frisbee. That knocked another two down and gave
Kurt time to get to his feet. A quick fireball from him took out
one more and gave Molly a chance to stand up.
two that remained standing, one was wise enough to pick up the
now-discarded buckler and use it himself. Molly shrugged and
sent it in motion again, taking the goon into the ceiling with
it. Then she dropped him. The final demon, facing both Molly and
Kurt, was the wisest of all: he bolted to the open area on the
other end and disappeared into hiding.
that wasn't too bad,” Kurt said, rubbing his arm again. “Got
those drinks ready, Yuki?”
still crouched in the corner, hugging her knees. “Are they
now. Get cooking.” Kurt watched as Molly checked the inside of
entered one door, then exited another down the hallway. Each
door on that side led to the same room, with nothing but a table
and a deck of cards inside.
made something for your arm. Need anything else?” Yuki said,
handing Kurt a vial.
poured the liquid on his arm, healing the damage in an instant.
As he did, Molly said, “No time. If the arm's fixed, let's get
hall, they were extra-cautious before entering the open area.
Besides that last goon, any amount of additional help may be
it turned out, simply Mr. Winston, who lobbed an air spell as
soon as he saw the intruders. Had they been simply cautious
instead of extra-cautious, it wouldn't have sailed over their
heads harmlessly. The last member of the first wave stood
nearby, ready to offer support.
a word, Kurt prepped a spell, but Mr. Winston was too fast and
shot two bullets of air before Kurt could get it off. Molly
stepped in and not only shielded, but also reflected the darts
back. They hit the final goon and he immediately fell over,
losing consciousness. Before they could react properly to the
magnitude of such a seemingly-light Thrusting spell, Mr. Winston
sent more their way and the dodging and deflecting continued.
different hallway upstairs, Kathryn received the same welcome.
She spent the next three minutes knocking all of them into
submission. Standing over the pile of bodies, she wiped the
sweat from her forehead and smiled.
was actually kinda fun.”
nodded in satisfaction. “Indeed. Bryce and I shall take the next
wave.” Bryce just stood there, dumbfounded. He didn't even pull
out his crystal.
poking her head in one of the doors, Kathryn shook her head.
“Looks like that was it.” She rejoined Donovan and Bryce and
took out her cell phone, still catching her breath. Even though
she handled the ambush with ease, she was still winded and
wouldn't have minded a refreshment potion or something. Or at
least find Troy and Kurt. “Damn, phones are out.”
“Unnecessary,” Donovan declared, marching down the hall. “The
tome is that way.”
cares about your book? I just want to find everybody else and
get out of here.”
tome is far more important than a mere human could ever be. What
is a martyr or two between-”
talk like that!” She grabbed his shoulder and spun him around,
staring him down. Normally Kathryn ignored him like everyone
else, but she had limits. “Look, I don't give a damn about that
thing or what these guys will do with it. If you think anybody's
life is more important than a stupid book, then...”
up, unable to come up with an adequate consequence. Donovan
wasn't about to help, smirking as if her lack of words
constituted a victory. Had it not been for the uncertain
circumstances, she'd give him the same treatment as the goons
she had just dropped.
sighed, unimpressed with the drama. “Can we get moving now?”
shook her head, releasing Donovan with a light shove. He ignored
it and marched down the hall. Behind him, Kathryn and Bryce
scoped out the wider area for anybody ready to peg Donovan from
behind. She may not have interfered.
far end of the hallway, Donovan confidently pressed the down
button to summon an elevator.
really know where you're going?” Kathryn asked.
elevator doors opened, but Donovan first turned around to
answer. “As its guardian, I have a special bond with the tome.
It is calling to me. And what better hiding place then the dark
catacombs of this tower?”
turned around in time to hear a loud clanging from above and see
the now-untethered elevator plunge down the shaft. As it fell,
Mr. Cedric swung from above into the room. He slid past the
three and down the hall before anyone could react. Finally, he
turned around, looking at them with some dismay.
were supposed to be aboard.”
stared back, paralyzed. Bryce stared at the falling elevator
until the mighty crash consumed it below. Way too close for
of course, took a step towards Mr. Cedric and boasted. “Did you
believe we would fall for your petty trap? By avoiding it, we
have forced you to reveal yourself. Another triumph!”
Donovan was all talk, Kathryn inched closer to him, her staff at
the ready. “Don't suppose you'll let us take the stairs?”
Cedric smiled. “No, I don't. What do you plan to do with that
hitcha.” She marched forward, lifted the staff high, and
prepared to strike. Instead, Mr. Cedric stood on the balls of
his feet and in a flash had whisked himself behind her. He drove
her face-first into the corner of the wall, sending her reeling
down the hallway with a scraped face and a bloody nose.
she cried, but he did it again, darting forward and shoving her
over and atop some of the goons she had dispatched earlier. Now
all she could do was watch him tower over her and hold her staff
up for protection.
she could also dodge his energy blasts. He had to tip-toe again
and raise his arms up to summon it, so the first one wasn't too
hard to evade. Kathryn avoided the second as well as it struck
an unconscious suit in the face. The third was closer as she
realized he could summon them rapidly and with expert precision.
Finally, she took one square in the ribs and she dropped her
staff, clutched her chest and had no move against his next shot.
when he fired, it dissipated before hitting her- knocked down by
a magic shield. Mr. Cedric fired another shot, but the shield
absorbed it too. He geared up for another, but this time Kathryn
saw what appeared to be a flicker in his image, like something
in her subconscious registering his absence for one brief
moment. That brief moment also involved her head getting slammed
to the floor.
moaned in pain, Bryce held his crystal up and approached Mr.
Cedric from behind, glancing once at Donovan. Strange- despite
the physical attack to Kathryn's head, Donovan's shield was
still intact. Bryce started to swing the crystal, close enough
to make a move as Mr. Cedric stooped up for another attack. Only
this time, his disappearance was more than just fleeting. He
appeared behind Bryce and grabbed the crystal.
have we here?” he oozed.
clutched the string and got his second hand on the crystal
itself. Besides the obvious importance of not letting the bad
guys take the über-crystal that was pretty much the essence of
Bryce's ability, Mr. Cedric was now occupied and susceptible to
an attack from someone else. Too bad Donovan didn't know any
good attacks and Kathryn was still struggling to get to her
she did though, and eventually stood up. Her first motion on two
feet was to charge after Mr. Cedric and Bryce. Kathryn had seen
what Molly could do with that crystal and there was no way she
was letting a demon have it. She rammed her shoulder into Mr.
Cedric, dislodging the crystal towards the elevator shaft. Bryce
dove for it, but Mr. Cedric simply cast another spell and
instantly swooped in and grabbed it. He stood up, holding the
crystal high while Bryce barely avoided falling down the open
Cedric faced Bryce, willing to help the minion fall down the
hole. But before he could, Donovan fired an energy ball above
Mr. Cedric. Hollow as it was, the force knocked the crystal from
his hands and down the shaft. Bryce lunged to catch it,
couldn't, and in desperation let his momentum send him falling
down the shaft, Mr. Cedric appeared ready to chase after the
crystal as well. As he pondered the merits of doing so, Kathryn
charged forward again and took a swing at him. Mr. Cedric
tip-toed, evaded the staff, and while she was off-balance, gave
her a push to send her screaming down the shaft behind Bryce.
smiled to appreciate the moment, then faced his one remaining
opponent- Donovan. “Well then... your turn,” Mr. Cedric sang.
Troy and Renee stared
down the dark, empty hallway for about five minutes, neither
interested in seeing what else their new surroundings had to
offer. Contact with Kurt and Molly failed and Yuki wasn't around
to heal any injuries sustained from all the traps they were
bound to trip. Renee justified this inaction with the old 'if
you're lost, stay put until someone finds you' mentality.
realized that they were on their own. The others had ended up in
different circles and were likely in different parts of the
building. There was an elevator on the far end of the hall that
looked very tempting. “C'mon,” he said, pretending to be
They walked slowly past
the line of doors, ready for one to fly open and reveal any kind
of horror. A rumbling from another part of the building, a lower
floor most likely, startled both of them. Renee clutched Troy's
shoulders. It was hard to ignore her breathing down his neck. He
took a moment to convince himself that he wasn't enjoying
Renee's proximity. But before taking another step, he said,
“Sir?” Blaine was
bringing up the rear. “Er... Troy?”
Troy smiled. “You can
call me sir. I don't mind. But why don't you go in front?”
Troy looked back and
shrugged. “Because you're the minion.”
“I'm not your
“Still...” Troy didn't
want to expound on the formula to determine which of the three
was more expendable. But he was ready to and Blaine decided to
relent and take the lead rather than hear the ugly truth.
In the end, it didn't
matter. They reached the elevator in one piece, with no ambush
from behind or wave of indistinguishable suits or nothing. Troy
reached for the elevator button, pausing a moment to deliberate
between up or down. Grimoire 17 was certainly not calling for
“Wait!” Renee cried.
Troy pulled his finger back, despite being nowhere near ready to
push a button. “That's what they want us to do!”
“Um... what?” Troy was
completely open to the possibility for a trap, but why summoning
an elevator was more dangerous than creeping down an ominous
hallway was beyond him.
Renee raised her
eyebrows and darted her head frantically. “All those rooms in
the hallway, nothing lurking in the corners... something's
Troy blinked, unable to
resist smiling. Somehow her paranoia came across as cute while
his had always seemed neurotic. He shrugged. “Would it make you
feel better if Blaine pushed the button?”
“Or we could use the
stairs,” Blaine suggested loudly, making clear his desire to
not push the button.
In the far corner, Renee
opened a door marked 'Stairs.' It was as advertised. “Perfect,”
she said. “Up or down?”
They heard more violent
noises- whackings and clangings and the occasional thud, all
clearly downstairs. “I vote up,” said Blaine.
After more noise below,
Renee nodded. “Yeah. I mean, the princess is always kept at the
top of the tower, right?”
“Did you just call my
mom a princess?” Troy asked as they scaled the flight of stairs.
They reached what was
listed as the fourth floor. “Wait... there aren't any four-story
buildings in town,” Renee said.
“Only the hospital,”
Troy replied, looking at her. Tense once more, they opened the
door and stepped into a similar open area. Along with the
ominous narrow hallway, there was a set of double doors along
the back wall. Again, nothing was there to greet them.
They walked back to the
elevator in time to hear the supports unsnap and the carriage
fall. Eyes widened, all they could do was look at each other in
Well, except Renee. She
threw a hand up. “Who called it?!” she shouted proudly, prancing
around in a celebratory dance.
Troy and Blaine let her.
They needed to calm down and not get too scared now that the
Chioni were playing for keeps. A little momentary amusement was
a nice distraction from the looming dangers.
With one glance down the
hallway, Troy realized just how true that was. While Renee
continued to rub it in, Troy saw Bo in the shadows hurling one
of his little grenades at her. He dove and tackled her to the
ground, sliding far enough along the paneled floor to get out of
its way. They still felt the explosion at their feet.
Bo shrugged it off and
threw again now that the two of them were huddled together and
defenseless on the floor. Blaine was on it with a wind gust to
blow the grenade off target. So Bo threw a line drive at Blaine.
Unable to react in time to put a spell up, Blaine could only try
to dodge. The blast knocked him to the floor.
Troy helped Renee to her
feet, the two still clinging together and watching Bo for his
next move. “How many of those things do you have?” Renee
shouted. Bo didn't answer... at least verbally. Instead, without
even looking at her, he pulled three more dull stones out of a
bag. Troy and Renee took a step back in fear, but the demon
didn't throw them. He cupped one in his hands and held it there
for a moment. When he lifted his hand, the stone was shiny and
undoubtedly packing. Bo set that one aside and went to work on
the next one.
“Um...” The demon's lack
of regard for his opponents was unsettling. Yet, an opening was
an opening and Troy fired a bolt of ice at Bo. It collided with
his torso, it definitely did, but seemed to make no mark in any
form. Besides a cursory glance up from Bo, he seemed to ignore
it. He set down the second completed grenade and clasped the
Troy tried again, but to
no avail. Blaine, though reeling from his last hit, flew toward
Bo and the grenades. But before he could get his hand on them,
Bo finished his third and casually tossed it at Blaine. It
knocked the minion all the way back to the wall, but didn't
knock him out.
Bo shook his head in
disapproval and focused one more grenade to get back up to three
again. Then he stood up with the full set and looked at Troy and
Renee. Now he could continue.
As you could imagine,
though Ellen and Kendrick were covered as far as essentials,
they soon discovered that the tricky part was not losing their
minds. For the first few hours, neither of them wanted to
discuss much of the details. Ellen because she didn't want to be
mistaken for a mage; Kendrick because he didn't want to be
exposed as a demon.
Instead, they paced
around the room, looking for anything to kill time. At first,
this involved a lot of reading- ingredients on food packages,
the instruction manual for the coffee machine, or that poster
listing the minimum wage and all those worker protection laws
Golden Sun was currently violating.
Although her cell phone
couldn't connect to anybody outside, it still worked. So she
burned two hours playing Snake while Kendrick built a pyramid
out of packets of coffee creamer.
Eventually, that too got
old, even after letting Kendrick try to break her top score. By
late night, boredom had set in once again. Sleep hadn't become a
viable option yet, due to the lack of trust between the two, the
lack of comfortable furniture and, most significantly, the
bounty of coffee they had been drinking. Finally, seated across
from each other at the table, Ellen felt obligated to open her
“So what's so special
about that thing anyway?”
“Hmm?” he responded,
raising an eyebrow, surprised at her sudden desire to talk shop.
“That thing they took
from you. Some sort of book, I guess?”
Kendrick squirmed. “Yes.
Well, it has some... er... proprietary information that could be
a problem in the wrong hands.”
“Well, the people who
are supposed to help get it back are working on it... I think.”
“What was your name
again?” Kendrick asked, suspicious. In all his research, and
remember that he had done a lot, he had not heard of any
local field agents or support staff besides the open position
that went to Kurt.
She then realized that
they had never introduced each other. “Oh, I'm sorry! Ellen
Kendrick shook her
extended hand, but very hesitantly. “Monroe?”
“Yes. I don't want to
guess how you're connected with all this, but maybe you know my
ex-husband or my son from somewhere?”
He shifted his eyes.
“Yes... I may have crossed paths with your son once or twice.”
Ellen nodded, not
noticing. “I hear he's doing pretty well. Then again, I haven't
been paying too much attention. I was never all that interested
in this sort of thing.”
“And yet, here you are.”
It might have been the
pickle she was in, or the way Kendrick pointed out the irony
behind it, or just the caffeine, but Ellen started laughing.
Hard. “I know! He's the one studying up on all this and I'm the
one locked up for espionage!” Kendrick was afraid she was about
to start crying.
Instead, she took a
prolonged drink of coffee. “I bet Troy hasn't been in half this
Kendrick couldn't help
but snicker. “Oh, you never know...”
She slammed her mug down
and shook her head. “No, I'm sure he's behaving. I've been to
that academy. You have to actively look for trouble to find it.
And he's got a girlfriend here in town so I know he hasn't been
screwing around in the FUP. No, it doesn't come to you...”
Suddenly sober, she
focused on the wall behind Kendrick and added, “Unless the drunk
guy next door wakes up you and your boyfriend at 3:00 am to go
Kendrick could only
blink. “You speak from experience.”
With a sigh, Ellen
smiled. “Yeah. I've grown up since then.”
“But again... here you
She grumbled. “Yeah,
well they knew I worked here and needed to make sure your book
was still here before going after it and asked me to check.
Guess I just wanted to do my part to help recover it.”
replied. To his surprise, he was genuinely unhappy with this.
“I've never approved of their tactics. Very crude, very
untactful, and just the idea of getting someone like you
involved... quite questionable ethics given their objective.”
“I know. But it's not
like you can question their purpose.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I can
stir up a good argument for the existence of evil.” Then he
caught himself before he got carried away. “But there's no sense
getting into a philosophical debate over it.”
“Why not?” she said,
smiling. “We're not going anywhere. Let me get some more
While she refilled her
mug, Kendrick sighed. He had become too comfortable. Although he
loved discussing why demons like were a needed presence on
Earth, he couldn't give too much away. There was no telling how
long they'd be stuck there and letting on that he was a demon
would not make things any more pleasant for him.
Fortunately, that's when
the feeling struck him. A liberating feeling as if he was no
longer restrained by some inner force. As if he now had the
opportunity to find a way out.
As if a little girl's
left foot smashed the negator preventing him from using his
“Did you feel that?”
Kendrick asked, standing up and turning to Ellen for
She stared back,
confused. “Feel what?”
Surely she wasn't going
to feel anything. So Kendrick shrugged it off and chose a field
test instead. He put his hand on his heart and, when Ellen
looked away, cast a teleportation spell. It worked; he vanished.
“Did you need any
more...” And Ellen was left alone. “Hello?” Suddenly, she wasn't
in the mood for a drink. A sudden disappearance left her talking
to herself in her own sparse cell. That made her jittery enough.
“Where'd you go?”
It happened so fast she
barely registered the notion that she had been betrayed and
Kendrick had left without her.