I considered switching to before I put on the mask. In the end, I decided against it. was the tool for the job here, even if maintaining anonymity was paramount. I didnt know what I was looking for. A white panel van would be too obvious, but a delivery van, or even the black Escalade itself wouldnt have stuck out much considering the neighborhood. I had to hope the titles effect would be reduced sowhat, as I wasnt in any severe and current danger.
After ensuring the guest room door was shut, I summoned Audrey, equipped my armor, and pulled the over my face.
A surge of panic and resentnt settled over as Audrey slithered into my hood.
I dont know any of these people. Any one of them could be working with Daphnes group or soone worse. Isnt it all too convenient? They wake up after the teor and find themselves with direct access to a potential treasure trove. And they just happen to want to share it with ? Please.
I frowned, attempting to shake off the thought. With the enhancent effect of the mask, it was more difficult because the titles asides felt less like intrusive thoughts and more like they were genuinely my own.
It was convenient. And it was possible there was more to it. But it wasnt that simple. This thing had layers. The system was handpicking people, assigning them special classes. Who was to say that it wouldnt do the sa with choosing where we started, what resources we had access to? Just because sothing seed unlikely, felt suspicious, didnt an the source of that suspicion was any of the actors involved. The web itself had to be considered as well.
Kinsleys door placed directly on the doorstep of one of the many residences facing Matts gated community. The shadows felt longer, more dangerous, as if an ambush could be waiting in any one of them.
I set out on foot at first, as withdrawing a full-sized bike out of my ass like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat would be a clear giveaway. My armor seed to disappear into the shadows, lding until it was hard to see my fingers in front of my face, and every ti the shadows were washed away by an errant streetlight I felt the slightest tugging sensation, as if it was endeavoring to return to the darkness behind.
There was nothing in the description about that, but as Ive said before, whoever was writing the item descriptions needed to be fired.
I narrowed my search to a few blocks around the two automated entrances to the gated community, waiting for to latch onto sothing, anything. There was nothing that stood out. No flower delivery van. No one sleeping in their cars. The strangest thing was the absence of cars parked nearby, but that was more likely a difference in neighborhood than anything else. No need to park on the street when everyone has their own garage.
All those little conveniences. Must be nice.
I shook my head, attempting to head off the bitterness. My circumstances had already shifted in a big way. I was likely far ahead of the curve in comparison to the rest of the population. Letting pick at old wounds was a pointless distraction.
At so point, I switched to my bike and finished the circuit. Then another, and another. Finally, I stopped and dismounted where Id started, beneath the burnt out streetlight.
Occams razor. Buzzcut was listening to our conversation. With everything else thats happening, maybe he actually bought it, and theyre prioritizing, leaving Nick alone until after the transposition event.
The overhead light flicked on, burning the shadows around my armor away. My heart hamred in my chest as I took a few steps back, suddenly blinded, staring up at the light and the tal column in confusion.
aaat. Audrey hissed into my ear, a single vine extending out to point downwards. I followed it. The small, oval panel on the light pole was hanging open. There was a ss of circuitry in the background, and two black dots suspended in the foreground.
They blinked, and I nearly shouted, taking an involuntary step back.
The eyes shot out of the panel and onto the ground, a translucent, nearly invisible form following. It took a mont for all the pieces to click together. It was a crab. A clear, gelatinous looking crab no bigger than a fist. And it was hauling ass.
Get it, I hissed.
Audrey leapt out of my hood, sending a flash of appreciation. It had been days since shed gotten any action. Unfortunately, the crab wasnt easy prey. It high-tailed it sideways through the yard, grass rippling around it as it zig-zagged, dodging blows from Audreys vines.
I tried to cast on it, and felt an unpleasant sensation when the ability slid off.
The fuck?
I cast on Audrey imdiately, feeling frustration in her reply as I called her back. As much as I understood the irritation, I knew how punitive the system could be. It wasnt worth the risk. At least now, I had loose confirmation that whatever was in the streetlight wasnt so sort of surveillance asure from Daphnes group. It was, what?
Just an invisible alien crab in a light pole?
I watched the light carefully. It seed to be operating perfectly in line with the rest of them. Did the crab repair the light? Or break it by climbing into it in the first place, like so kind of energy leech?
Does it even matter?
This was all a distraction from why Id originally co out. had been uncharacteristically quiet, as it usually was in high-stress situations, but it hadnt triggered on anything. Not even a false alarm.
Either Buzzcut had taken the bait, or they had so other way of keeping an eye on Nicks whereabouts.
Unsure of what else to do, I took the door back to Nicks guest room. I removed my equipnt and left Audrey on the bed, sneaking down the stairs to the garage and checking the underside of his Jeep for anything out of the ordinary.
Without internet, tracking devices probably wouldnt work. But it never hurt to be careful.
There you are.
I spotted what looked like a small blue coin, no bigger than a di, stuck on the top side of the passenger rear wheel well.
They bought it, but theyre careful.
stopped before I could tug it free. Sothing about not breaking contact in case whoever was monitoring its location could tell if it was detached.
I rooted around the garage until I found a thin piece of scrap tal.
Sweating from nerves, I slowly coaxed the coin onto the tal sheet. It moved stubbornly, the magnetic pull more than strong enough to prevent it from falling off, but it moved.
I placed the sheet back where Id found it, with the device pointing down and away.
Considering my next steps, I swapped into and went to sleep.
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The following morning, I was still toying with the idea of taking Nick aside and telling him what Id found. My main concern was if I did, he wouldnt be able to keep it to himself. Hed at least tell Jinny, and while he trusted Jinny, I wasnt sure if I did.
There was sothing about her entire schtick that was throwing off. Most radiant people are only luminous from a distance. Once youre close, their cracks begin to show, little imperfections that separate the real from the idealized. Sae was a perfect example. Now that I knew her, she ca off as irritable, and more than a little underhanded.
But Jinny wasnt showing any cracks. Her excitent for a new start was genuine, her enthusiasm infectious. She seed patient, kind, and clever. The entire ti we were outside, I was half expecting a blue-jay or a robin to land on her finger while she broke out into song.
It was suspicious as hell.
Nick had prepared a healthy breakfast of eggs, bacon, and more bacon. I considered where we stood. With the way direct ssaging worked, if Jinny, Sae, or even Nick himself had a connection to Daphnes group, we were fucked anyway. Staying quiet about it could only hurt us.
Im not hungry, Sae stared down at her overfull plate. For so reason, her make-up looked heavier than usual, dark eyes accented with thick eyeliner wings. Maybe it was her version of getting her ga face on.
Nick reached over the table and nudged the plate towards her. Its performance jitters. Eat. Youll hate yourself later if you dont.
Tabasco? Jinny asked, indicating a half empty bottle. Her breakfast was covered with red.
God no. Sae looked squeamish at the thought.
I cleared my throat, and allowed the title to focus on each of them. So
All heads turned to .
Anyone know how long that trackers been on Nicks car?
Soones fork dropped, clattering against their plate.
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