Chapter 49
11pm, Thursday, Brisbane 1 pm, Thursday, Hyde The bar was a dive, and that was putting it politely.
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11pm, Thursday, Brisbane 1 pm, Thursday, Hyde The bar was a dive, and that was putting it politely.
12 pm, Thursday, Hyde 10pm, Thursday, Brisbane ‘I can see why they sent you here,’ Milla said as she walked along the edge of the railing of the Hyde Agency roof, teetering unsteadily dozens of meters above the ground. Stef stared at the girl, at the absolute lack of fear she had, and tried to […]
7am, Thursday, Hyde 5pm, Thursday, Brisbane Stef opened her eyes. She rubbed her eyes. She kicked the blanket off. It was a familiar bed, familiar sheets – both standard Agency issue, even if the room – similar, but still different to those in Brisbane – wasn’t.
Curt withdrew the fairy phone from his pocket, and scrolled through the small list of contacts there – and of that small list, only one had the near-universal star indicating that it was a favourite contact: Cresta Lan Oca, better known as Carmichael.
Curt moved through the Field Operations floor, barely aware of his movements. Everything was…strangely disconnected. As if deciding that today was the day he was going to die had already made part of his soul slip free of his body. As if whatever made him…him was already gone, and he was nothing more than impetus, […]
1pm, Thursday, Brisbane 3am, Thursday, Hyde Curt opened his eyes, unsure for a moment if he was truly awake, or if it was just another layer to the nightmare. Even with his Parker-approved pill, the sleep had been fitful, broken, and with nightmares even worse than normal. The usual nightmares were just a mishmash of […]
The Hyde lobby was very different to the Brisbane lobby – smaller for a start, with the desk off to the right, and the elevators off to the left, instead of a central desk and elevators to the right. There was also no secretary. Her HUD clock disappeared for a moment, then reappeared, showing 11:27pm. […]
The spare chair was already waiting for her. Stef slid into the leather chair – the first piece of furniture she’d ever sat on in the Agency. The first constant of her new life.
Magnolia looked down at the agent in her lap. An agent that had been asleep for an hour now, barely moving, barely twitching, sleeping calm, despite the storm of emotions that had been in the conversation beforehand. A week ago, she would have taken the opportunity to slit the woman’s throat.
Clarke stood by the windows of the conference room, a thin trail of smoke leading up from his cigarette as he tapped on his phone. ‘Um,’ Stef said as she closed the door. ‘You wanted to see me?’ Clarke lifted his head, tilted it to the left, then turned halfway towards her. ‘You’re not even […]