Renee hooked up with Troy. Then Molly opened up her old wounds
to share with Kathryn. While she felt a little better sharing
them with somebody, and appreciated having a new sympathizer,
Molly didn't enjoy reliving all those experiences. It left her
in a bitter mood for the rest of the day.
she was particularly sour on being summoned to Marlowe's office.
Although it allowed her to be out of the dorm when Troy and
Renee returned, a walk or an errand would have handled that just
as nicely. This was going to be annoying busy work or worse.
moment she saw Vincent Wagner inside, she filed it under
back already?” Molly asked, glaring at him.
smiled. “It's only been two days since I saw you, sweetie. I
Vincent's been staying on campus while he receives an official
briefing regarding his Yovoni mission,” Marlowe said.
consider spending some time with your son?!” Molly practically
Scratching his bearded chin, he still smiled in spite of the
yelling. “Suppose I could. But if things fall the right way,
we'll get plenty of bonding time.”
narrowed her eyes. That's when she saw Meg leaning against (and
possibly supporting) a bookshelf with a sad sack of a boy the
same age. He had long, unkempt brown hair, red eyes and slumped
over with either regret or boredom. Either way, Molly guessed
this was the true library culprit.
guessing we have a field assignment,” Maple said.
Meg replied. “I'm sure Reggie will be filled in when he gets
nodded. “Almost, Miss Haynerd. Or whichever one you are. Vincent
has requested Molly's unit to be his backup for his mission.”
are we involved?”
could have asked Molly directly as a favor, but she'd certainly
say no.” He looked at Molly, who shrugged and nodded. “So we're
skipping all that and going straight to making it your field
assignment. At least tentatively.”
“Tentatively?” Molly asked.
smiled. “It's totally possible that I'll kick so much ass I'll
be able to take care of them alone. But if not, you two lovely
ladies and Reggie get to kick ass with me.”
chuckled. “And he almost certainly will need your help. We had
hoped to give you something more useful to us, but there's no
denying that this qualifies as punishment.”
stared at Vincent, disgusted. “No, sir. So what's the job?”
Gesturing at the boy, Marlowe replied, “Well, this is Terrance,
the little mole that's been rooting through the library trying
to solve the Mynoni riddle.”
scratched his head. “Yeah, um... sorry about that.”
sweat it,” Vincent said, chuckling. “Gotta do some crazy things
to get some action these days.”
rolled her eyes. With pinpoint sarcasm, she replied, “Yeah,
shame it came to that. If you weren't such a stupid dweeb, I'd
totally make out with you.”
coughed. “Well, Terrance will have his day in court over it, but
in the meantime, he's given Vincent information on where to find
the Yovoni behind all this. His mission is to hunt them down,
find out what they're planning and put a stop to it. If he needs
a support team...” He smiled. Molly and Meg frowned.
lowered her head. “I suppose I should work on my charm
would be advisable. The Yovoni are tricky creatures that use
indirect methods more than outright conflict. But I'm sure our
commanders will have no trouble approving outright conflict
nodded. “Sounds like a party.”
Grumbling, Molly played along. “How long before you may need our
idea. I may take care of it all myself. I might get caught five
minutes in. Gonna be fun either way, that's for sure!”
well try to wait until Reggie gets back before getting yourself
caught,” Marlowe said. “That way we can get everybody off the
hook once the mission's complete.”
me,” Terrance mumbled.
you,” Marlowe replied cheerfully. “But play nice with Vincent
here and we might not expel you.”
Chuckling, Vincent added, “Play nice with me and I'll show you
the legit ways to score.”
Terrance's eyebrows perked up. Molly and Meg looked at each
other and shook their heads. Thankfully, they were excused. The
next part was just for Vincent and Terrance. They shuddered at
what that entailed.
positive Molly drew from it was Meg's mutual disgust. At least
she didn't have to suffer alone.
part of the time. As soon as they got outside, Morgan shrugged.
“I don't see what's so bad about it. At least there are no
Molly was away, Kathryn was left alone to figure everything out.
She was angry with Troy for killing Marie, angry at Renee for
throwing herself at him and bringing all this out, and angry at
herself for having so many doubts about it all. Worst of all, as
hard as she tried, she could no longer be angry at Molly.
Despite her malice towards Troy in the past and all of her prior
sins, Molly's behavior made sense in a disturbing way. Kathryn
now saw Molly as another victim of the MST rather than one of
the other hand, looked more and more like a loyal servant,
destined to climb the ranks and become a reliable cog in their
system. Kathryn constantly complained about the MST to him. Most
of the time, he shrugged her off as if she was being paranoid.
She often came to feel like she was only being paranoid.
Even in times when it was clear that the MST wasn't concerned
for their lives, the way Troy accepted it made Kathryn force
herself to. With Molly revealing herself to be on Kathryn's
side, Kathryn now knew that she was right. She had always been
right. And, unfortunately, Troy was wrong.
moment Kathryn first met Troy, she had always seen him as
somebody to protect. He was unlucky, unremarkable, and never
seemed all that tough. Yet, while he never seemed to express it
completely, he had a positive outlook on life, and on people. He
was trusting. Looking back now, he was a little too trusting. He
never questioned the logic behind his father leaving what seemed
like a healthy enough family. He never fought Molly the way
Kathryn wanted him too. And he followed her right into the MST
despite Kathryn's misgivings, even from the start.
hated thinking about this kind of thing, because the more she
did, the worse it got. If Troy was capable of killing Marie that
coldly, did that mean he ever really cared about her to begin
with? They were a damn cute couple for sure, and he clearly
enjoyed Marie's company, but he never seemed to gush over her
the way he did for Renee. Kathryn took it as a sign of love over
infatuation. It might have been mere tolerance. Even Troy's
dismissal of Renee in January may have been his knack for 'doing
the right thing.'
way, he was clearly not somebody who needed protecting any
longer. Kathryn should have felt proud about that. He had grown
up, overcome his obstacles and turned into a strong, capable
young man. She just didn't know what this transformation meant.
Was he always like this without her knowing it? Was this a
product of her training and something for her to be proud of?
Maybe his newly-found confidence was also what was turning him
into something ugly. Regardless, Kathryn suddenly saw Troy in a
different light, and she didn't like it.
returned to room 202 alone and silent. Troy walked to the lounge
chair, ignoring her glare, and sat down. He sat there, eyes
closed, and took a deep breath. Then he looked at Kathryn,
cracked a half-smile and said, “I can't believe this is real.”
go,” she said obligingly.
I wasn't sure about it at first. I wasn't sure if I was ready
for all of it again. But it's like... why not?”
shrugged. “I 'unno. I still haven't really been able to think
about it. Not after Kurt.”
hoping to see if he'd say something encouraging to her. Instead,
he said, “Well, I guess it's a little different for me.”
so?” she asked, a little miffed at the response. It shouldn't
have been different at all.
Kurt was... you know, he was special.”
was seething. At no point did Troy seem to be picking up on
this. “And Marie wasn't?”
she was a demon. That kind of threw a wrench into things.”
what? Isn't it hard to move on after what you two had?”
little, but I can deal with it.”
sat up. “Why? Because you had some closure with it?”
stared back, curious. “Closure? What do you mean?”
steeled eyes didn't budge. “I know you killed her, Troy.”
leaned back, eyes widening. Troy looked away before she could
glare him into submission. “So?” he said, trying to sound
voice elevated. “So why didn't you tell me? Did it mean that
little to you?”
I don't know. I didn't want to have to think about it. I mean
you're still on about Kamila.”
raised her eyebrows. “Yeah. You're telling me you're not?”
still didn't look at her. “Well, yeah. I did it. It's over.
“Whatever?! Look, Kamila was just a friend. And she wasn't a
very good one either. And I know it was in defense, but it still
what I mean,” he mumbled.
was your girlfriend. And one of my best friends. And I read that
report: she wasn't going to hurt you. Far as I can tell, she
kept Renee sane down there. She was pleading with you to save
her.” Kathryn stopped, her eyes welling. “Why did you do it?”
looked more annoyed than angry. “I don't know. She was stuck.
She didn't have any way out. Figured it was the easiest solution
for both of us.”
her?! And what do you mean she didn't have any way out?” Kathryn
shook her head violently. “Don't you get it? You were her
wanted me to leave the MST.”
They've caused enough trouble! I'd be right on board with that.”
I'm not. Like it or not, this place has done a lot for me.”
scoffed. “Yeah, it's made you one of their soldiers who doesn't
give a damn.”
folded his arms and sneered. “What?”
stood up and shouted, “You killed your girlfriend and you act
like it doesn't matter! Well, what if it was me on the other
side of that? Or Yuki? Do you do the same thing just because
didn't answer. He didn't look at her.
was clear he wasn't going to answer, she continued, though her
voice suddenly softened. “Troy, it's just that for all these
years I really thought you were a good kid that just needed a
boost. No matter how many times Molly got on my ass, I was
willing to help you get closer to Renee. I didn't want to join
the MST, but I did it because I thought you needed me.” She
sighed. “And I didn't really like the idea of going in to save
Renee, but I knew you couldn't do it alone.”
was Troy's turn to sneer. “What do you mean you didn't want to
do it? And remember why we went in there before saying I don't
give a damn.”
didn't want to do it because I thought it would get us all
killed! You were so worried about Renee that you forgot that it
put me and Donovan into more danger. Molly and Yuki too. I
didn't care. I followed you because you needed me.”
shrugged. “Yeah. I needed your help. And you know I appreciate
I'm not so sure anymore.” Her voice started to crack. “I keep
following you, but where the hell are you going?” He narrowed an
eye at her. “I mean, I used to admire how strong you were when
your dad left. Or when Molly was torturing you. Or when Kurt
died. Now I just... now I wonder if you ever cared about any of
them to begin with.”
so stunned by that accusation that all he could do was glare
shook her head and backed away. “I don't think I really know who
you are, Troy. I don't think I ever really did.” She sniffed.
“And I don't think I want to anymore.”
went back to her room, shutting the door behind her, Renee
entered in time to see Kathryn in tears. She stared at the
closed door for a while, then walked up to Troy, squeezing his
just grunted, still staring at the door. “She's just in one of
her moods again.”
Renee replied, satisfied with the answer. Still, she added,
“Guess I can't blame her.”
knew whether to consider it a good thing at the time, but
Vincent barged into room 202 dramatically and demanded to take
Donovan out to dinner. Donovan initially refused, claiming his
bid for conquest could not stop for such trifles like family.
Molly, despite the annoyed looks she constantly gave to Vincent,
forced him into it. Not so much to push the father-son reunion:
she just preferred him to be both out of the dorm and
trudged down the stairs behind his father, while Vincent seemed
to walk with some sort of misguided paternal pride. “So what's
there to eat around here? Suppose I should treat you to
not know. My minions fetch my nourishment for me.” He was likely
referring not only to Blaine and Bryce, but Giles as well.
nodded. “Awesome. Not too many guys have minions at your age.
But you gotta know where they get their food, right?”
request food, where does it come from?”
looked at both Donovan and his father, then shrugged. “Usually,
I just get it from the cafeteria.”
cafeteria it is!”
laughed. “Ha! You don't need special! You just want food! Spoken
like a real man.” He teleported them to the cafeteria and
flirted with enough female employees to cut through the line in
let's hear all your conquests,” Vincent said, wolfing down one
of the steak sandwiches on his plate.
snickered. He wasn't sure about this father-son business, but
boasting he could handle. “Shall I start with my entrapment and
capture of four Zukoni or my quest for revenge on the Hageshoni?”
sounds awesome, but I get enough work stuff at work. Gotta shove
off to kick some Yovoni tail tomorrow. I want to know about all
the other stuff. You taking over the school? Scoring with lots
Unfortunately, Donovan didn't have nearly as much to brag about
on these ends. “Sadly, forces have conspired to force a setback
to controlling the school.”
didn't mean that literally. It's not like a student could
actually take over a whole school. I just mean kicking ass and
making everybody love you.”
Sneering, Donovan replied, “Love? I will make them fear me!
Intimidation is the only true path to fealty.”
the trick is to be awesome. It works a whole lot better. You
land a whole lot more minions when they want to serve you than
if they're forced to.” Donovan furrowed his eyebrows and leaned
in. “You gotta go out and show them that you are simply the man.
Get into their heads, their hearts... their pants. If you kick
ass, others will kick ass for you.”
do you enjoy ruling with an iron fist if it's handed to you?”
Donovan was intrigued, but frightened. If this was truly the
right path to success, his methods had been wrong all these
don't sweat the details. The point is getting people to kneel
for you. It's a lot easier to get them to want to than it is to
turned away. His father is absent all his life, acts like an
obnoxious jerk and now had the audacity to tell him how being
inspiring tends to win out over pure conquest. Trouble was, for
an obnoxious jerk, Vincent seemed to be using this technique to
great success. He did things his own way, earned an impressive
reputation in this MST and spent his life in the field
investigating, battling and seducing demons. Even if the actual
job wasn't up his alley, Donovan would have loved that kind of
Donovan was about to ask for more secrets to Vincent's success,
Vincent got a telepathic message. He pinched his ear and
replied, “Why, yes, I am at Central. For one more night.” Pause.
Vincent flared his eyebrows at Donovan and smiled. “Hey, that
only takes one night. I'm game. What's your room number?”
Another pause, then a nod. “Ooh, even better. Okay, meet me at
the Potion Portal in fifteen!” Donovan narrowed his eyes: the
Potion Portal was the bar in the student union.
smiled and asked, “Hey, you wanna join me? This girl's a
guardian; bet she's got some sweet co-eds in her unit.” Donovan
stood up and walked away. His father just said, “Okay, see ya
levitated out of the dining hall. It still wasn't any faster or
more efficient than walking, but he enjoyed the feeling. Flying
was a cheap thrill to make up for his troubles, which were more
immense than he could ever show his father.
that he was envious of that man. He hated how Vincent seemed to
have the world at his feet, yet used it only for questionable
purposes like bedding floozies and doing the MST's bidding. With
that kind of power, Donovan would have overthrown the MST by
worst part was that Vincent had practically handed him a
blueprint on his path to success and Donovan had been doing the
exact opposite all this time. To truly achieve his goals, he
either would have to start from scratch or soldier on with his
own unreliable methods.
are other ways.”
paused. It was that voice again. He didn't bother looking for
it. He had already dismissed it as some unexplored part of his
subconscious... just a very loud one.
what do you suggest?” he mockingly asked aloud.
allies. Ones that will expose and destroy those that claim to be
on your side.”
there in the dusk, Donovan considered it. It wasn't that he
believed or trusted the mysterious evil voice in his head. In
fact, he didn't think listening would prove to be at all
substantial either way.
why he tolerated it. He had nothing to lose, so figured he'd
give it a whirl. “What do we do first?” he asked, still unsold.
already begun,” the voice replied. Donovan looked down. He
didn't remember giving the order to fly again, but the path
moved under him as he sailed along, picking up speed and
floating upwards. Instead of heading to Hall D, he was leaving
the campus. Soon he saw the parking lot underneath him. Then a
was fully aware of what was going on, but had no control over
any of it. Yet he didn't feel like his body was moving against
his will. Instead, he felt like he was completely immersed in a
movie. Or more accurately, a bitchin' theme park ride. The only
discomfort was not the sense of disembodiment, but rather that
Donovan hated bitchin' theme park rides.
should have known something was amiss when he teleported away
from the academy mid-flight. That was impossible, as Donovan had
learned after several previous attempts. The ensuing darkness
was another bad sign; teleportation was usually instantaneous.
But it wasn't until he saw the regal entryway that he realized
he had passed through a dimensional gate. This realm looked far
more pleasant than the Urayoni world, with a fountain nearby and
framed art surrounding the platform. Donovan also heard
classical music in the background. The hanging lamps and wood
paneling gave it away: this was a Hokoni realm.
large doors swung open before him and Donovan felt himself
taking flight again. He passed through the doors, navigating the
hallways decisively. Whatever was driving knew where it was
going. He seemed to be winding through most of the complex in a
fairly straight line, until reaching a pair of tall, ornate
doors. They too opened and granted him access to what appeared
to be a throne room.
actually an office, but it was a forgivable mistake. After all,
behind the veneer desk was an actual throne. And for all Donovan
knew, the man sitting on it could have been a king. He looked
the part- a gray-haired gentlemen with sharp eyes and what could
pass for a Napoleonic military uniform. The red carpet, columns
surrounding the office and court jesters added to the effect.
The man's iPhone was a bit of a distraction though.
looked up from the interactive anachronism and eyed Donovan
suspiciously. “Who are you?” he said with a gruff voice. The
jesters gestured at him.
Donovan Dunmar,” said the voice. Donovan never opened his mouth.
narrowed his eyes, then pushed a button under his desk. Trap
doors opened underneath all of the court jesters, sending them
plummeting. To their deaths, Donovan hoped, but that would have
been expensive and awfully messy downstairs.
called for you weeks ago. Why are you here now?” He put his left
hand to his chest and a piece of parchment materialized on his
time to see the light of day, but now I have arrived to do your
bidding.” Again, the evil voice was speaking for Donovan. He
didn't like where this was going, but curious enough to ride it
out. He had already resigned himself to being a mere witness to
not a patient man. In fact, I don't remember what I summoned you
for in the first place.” He looked through over the parchment.
“Do you have any idea who I am?”
waited for the voice, hopeful for an answer. He loved being able
to respond to questions he didn't know. Shame the voice copped
out and replied, “My master.”
“Flattered, but do you know my name?”
not.” This didn't encourage Donovan either.
man, for that matter. Disapprovingly he said, “You should. My
name is Grandon Crostell, superior to Kendrick. Him you know,
replied the voice. Donovan wanted to jump in on that one, but
wasn't fast enough. He was just thankful the evil voice knew
Kendrick as well.
voice added, “he fused the two of us.” Finally, Donovan realized
that this was his vrockrompir demon speaking for him. An
interesting development, he thought. He let it ride further.
And he sacrificed himself in order to keep you from Hageshoni
hands.” Grandon leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk.
“I am sure you despise the Hageshoni as much as I for their
must have revenge!” His demon's response excited Donovan. He was
totally on board with this, despite having already gotten his
revenge on Sho.
stood and paced around, eventually ending up in front of his
desk. “And we shall have it. The Hokoni are planning an
invasion! We will make these contemptuous creatures pay for
their crime by surprising them and besting them in combat.”
“Excellent!” Okay, now Donovan felt like he was watching a
movie. A pretty stirring one perhaps, but he felt more like a
spectator than a participant.
he was weighing the pros and cons of enlisting with the Hokoni
to engage in war, he felt his butt itch... and scratched it,
right on command. He told his fingers to wiggle. They did. He
wasn't sure if he was regaining control of his body or if he had
never really lost it. He probably should have at least checked
once or twice before letting the demon call all the shots.
I serve you?” the demon asked, either unaware or unconcerned
about Donovan waving his hand around behind his back.
turned around to check the parchment and replied, “At this time,
you may not. You are not a committed Hokoni. Kendrick refrained
from including such dialogue in your contract. Perhaps I can
have my people draft one for you if you are interested in
took a step back reflexively before the demon could respond.
This was where he drew the line. After the last debacle, he
wasn't signing any demon contracts without first having his
lawyers (or at least one minion) read it first.
demon said nothing. Grandon frowned.
that and you refuse to swear allegiance... you sicken me,
Donovan Dunmar. You are an indecisive coward. The Hokoni will
not stand for it!” Grandon put his hand on his chest. “Be gone!”
moment, Donovan was alone in the middle of the woods. Through
the darkness, he saw a clearing in the distance and fought
through the brush towards it. He had full control of all of his
limbs and thoughts. He needed them to get through.
and defeating a bush, he saw an endless expanse of blacktop and
the moon reflecting off windows of hundreds of parked cars. He
was back in the academy parking lot.
and frustrated, Donovan began to swing his hands around to
teleport to the FUP. At this point, he wanted nothing more than
to unleash his problems on innocent magical creatures.
he started to fly over the cars towards the academy proper.
fool!” the demon said. “How did he not see your usefulness! He
will pay! They all will pay!”
felt helpless in the air and didn't know where he was going. But
once again, he just went with it. He didn't mind being
controlled by his demon. It was certain to lead to far more
excitement. Just as long as he didn't have to sign anything.
had passed and Molly didn't sense anything amiss, but it was
only the afternoon so she wasn't ready to be relieved yet. It
felt like she had been doing nothing but damage control since
they had arrived. And they still had two days left.
of that, Molly still had regular academy stuff to deal with.
Normally she was annoyed by such busywork, but she found it
somewhat soothing to sit in the library and study proper
protocol when addressing field generals and superior officers
during field assignments. As long as she didn't remind herself
that she'd be in the midst of all that very soon, she was happy
somebody considered decorum important.
reading?” asked Kathryn, taking a seat across from Molly without
asking permission. Normally Molly considered this a treacherous
affront to her personal space. This time, it felt comfortable.
“Guardian stuff. It's more procedural, but I get homework too.”
don't,” Kathryn replied with a snicker. “At least none that I
plan to do.”
raised an eyebrow, surprisingly calm. “Officially, I must insist
that you study.”
why do all this?” Kathryn leaned over and looked at the page
Molly was reading. “Seriously, you're studying how to talk to
higher-ups? If you're as sick of this as I am, what's the
frozen on the page, Molly answered, “It's all I have.” Kathryn
didn't have a response. Turning slowly to her, Molly added, “For
the last ten years, I've been groomed to do nothing but serve
the MST. They need me.” She looked back down. “And despite my
misgivings, I need them. I have no other career aspirations.”
stunned Kathryn for a moment. She had always disliked Molly's
fervent devotion to the MST. Now she pitied it. This was a girl
who had been brainwashed, slowly coming to accept that she had
been brainwashed, but with no recourse.
know, you should at least learn to live a little. I mean, we
should be demon free until our field assignment thingy. Try to
enjoy it for a bit.”
closed her eyes, stung by memories. “That's what Kurt always
remained closed and her breathing was deeper. It affected
Kathryn too. She knew Molly had too much resolve to actually cry
over this, but the fact that she was fighting it almost made
Kathryn lose it herself.
right,” she answered. “I mean, otherwise you're going to go
crazy... well... moreso.”
“Perhaps. But I've always been of the mindset that fun was for
the weak. I don't even know what there is to do around here.”
just the slightest smile, Kathryn opened her mouth. Molly
interrupted and said, “If you suggest a boyfriend I will force
you to do your homework.”
chuckled. “Fine, fine...” Unable to resist, she added, “Get a
girlfriend. I'm not a hater.”
leaned back, petrified. Kathryn burst into a victorious laugh,
struggling to stifle it after a librarian shushed her.
her head into her book, Molly shook her head. “Even if I was
interested in something like that, I doubt I would have much to
offer either sex.”
never know. I think Meg has a crush on you,” said Morgan,
appearing suddenly and sitting down next to Molly. Molly inched
away slightly. Giles quietly grabbed a seat on the other side.
one, was unamused. “It's not a crush. It's professional
Chuckling, Morgan smiled at Kathryn. “So what were you laughing
about anyway? It was like a beacon.”
grinned. “Molly's life sucks and she needs a boy or girl to play
threw a hand up. “I nominate Giles!”
buried her head in her hands, cheating momentarily to see how
Giles reacted. He didn't really, chuckling at Mindy and
retaining his usual neutral smile. Molly glared at him and said,
“This is supposed to be the part where you violently decline.”
waved her off. “Oh, I don't mind. Let's go out sometime. Anyway,
I was curious if you heard anything about how Vincent Wagner is
Everybody else was staring at Giles, shocked at the very real
possibility that he had just asked Molly Pearson out on a date.
It set a new standard for casual, even for Giles, so they
weren't entirely sure if he really intended to. Especially since
he changed the subject immediately... and pronounced Vincent
for one, was happy to talk about something else, and answered
before anyone else could. “It's pronounced 'WINcent VAHGner.'
And he just left yesterday, not that that eliminates the chance
of him being captured already.”
sorry. The site I checked didn't include pronunciations. Maybe
we can ask Donovan if he's heard anything. That's his dad,
wasn't supposed to be public knowledge, but Molly dismissed that
thought. She was at first surprised that Giles cared enough to
ask Donovan, then startled when he tried to flag Donovan over,
only to be silenced by the librarian (now keeping a very close
eye on that table).
Donovan was at the library, hovering through in blatant defiance
of the building's no-magic rule. Had the librarian not been busy
watching the rowdy table, she certainly would have said
something. Particularly as Donovan seemed to be doing everything
in his power to look suspicious. He darted his head around
constantly, shielding his head with his arm and flying off when
he saw Molly staring back.
he's busy,” said Giles.
narrowed her eyes and turned to Meg and Kathryn. Although
Donovan had been cleared of spying, they didn't like this
either. “Come on,” she said.
jumped out of their chairs, startling the poor librarian and
raced up to find Donovan hovering up to the balcony stacks. He
knew which floor he wanted, yet avoided the online catalog that
retrieved books for everybody. Even more suspicious.
“Donovan!” Molly shouted, but he ignored her and floated into
get him,” Kathryn said, holding her staff up and floating up to
his floor. Meg and Giles followed to offer some backup.
found him hovering in one place, staring in front of a
particular section, scanning the shelves. Once they landed, he
him,” ordered Meg, chasing after him. Kathryn and Giles ran down
separate aisles to cut off any exits.
found him first. Donovan glared back, but Giles raised a
going on? We just want to see what's up, but you keep flying
flew forward a little, then landed. Giles smiled.
wanted to ask you something.”
Donovan shot a hard energy ball straight into Giles, knocking
him flat. Donovan resumed his flight and hovered past him, back
over the railing and descending over the main hall. Molly was
waiting for him, trigger finger at the ready.
of engaging, he just sailed over her head to the other side. The
one with the exits, where he flew out, ignoring the blaring
alarm he sparked.
Upstairs, Meg wanted to chase after Donovan, but stopped when
she saw Giles. He was clutching his stomach, but not harmed too
badly. A quick trip to the nurse would fix it.
Morgan took control and charged after the renegade, shouting,
“Get back here, you son of a bitch!”
and Kathryn followed. The chase was on.