Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
oddball011:
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Mandie:
Mael groaned softly as she placed the cover back on the machine and sat up, several bones in her spine cracking back into place. Pressing the reset button, she was pleased to see the lights blinking correctly again. “Vanilla coffee, extra cream, extra sugar.” As the order completed, she grinned at her unwanted companion. “Well, that should do it.” She quickly placed her tools back in her bag and stood, grabbing her coffee. Hopefully she would never see this man again. Mael was too content with her life to be confused by this guy. Although, even as she though about it, something inside her seemed to scream.
He’d tried not to stare at her, but something drew his eyes back to her again and again. As soon as she left, he could go back to work and forget all about her. As he though about it, however, something inside seemed to roar in protest. Always the gentleman, he walked her to the bay. A hot pink shuttle waited in the bay. He grimaced, the truth of his previous observations glaringly obvious in the bright lights of the bay.
As the two walked forward, Mael remembered that her shuttle was broken. Laying her hand on Jowil’s arm, she stopped him from going any further. “I forgot that my shuttle isn’t working right now. It broke down when I got here. If I can call a taxi and just leave it here, I’ll send my mechanic over to pick it up once I get back to the office.” Horribly embarrassed that she had forgotten, and uncomfortable with the idea she had to spend more time with this man, she turned back toward the building with a red face.
Stifling a groan, Jowil turned with her. Behind them, a hollow thunk echoed through the air. Instinctively, Jowil grabbed Mael by the waist and rolled away on the ground. A huge explosion shook the building, and a ball of fire engulfed the small shuttle. Mael opened her mouth to scream, but Jowil was quick to clamp his hand over her mouth. Shuttles didn’t just explode, and if he was correct, that sound had been a projectile weapon. Someone was here, and he was not going to allow either of them to be the next victim. He’d thought that he’d left this life far behind him, but here he was, thrust back into it. If they were going to survive, they needed to get out of here.
Without speaking, he gestured toward a small side door nearby. Making the sign to stay low, and hoping the maddening redhead understood, he crouched as he pulled her along toward the exit. As they entered the sunlight, he could hear rustling back in the shuttle bay. Looking around, his trained eyes quickly picked out all the potential dangers. He had to get the two of them somewhere safe so they could talk. Racing through the large open area, he dragged Mael behind him. She was actually doing fairly well keeping up.
Mael was terrified, and confused. What caused that explosion and why were they running from it? As Jowil lead her away from the construction camp, she realized that he was no ordinary construction worker. There was something more to him. As soon as he stopped, she was going to find out what it was.
He pulled her along the streets of the city, dodging between buildings and ducking behind cars, heading unerringly toward an old safe house he knew of. Once there, they would have a little while to figure out who was after them and why. They would be able to plan their escape.
She’d never walked on the city streets, especially not in these parts. Her sheltered upbringing was crashing down around her ears. Finally, as her lungs and legs were starting to burn, they reached a dirty brick apartment building. Parts of it were crumbling, and a sign warned trespassers away. Mael tried to pull away, afraid for her safety. Jowil smiled reminding her that not everything was what it appeared. Glaring suspiciously at the back of his head, she followed him into the gloom.
A long dark hallway stretched in front of them with another doorway at the end. This one was made of heavy steel with a keypad and an optical scanner. Jowil quickly punched in his code and scanned his eyes, hoping his data was still in the system. With a click and a hiss, the latch released and the door opened. Pulling Mael into the room, he pushed the door shut and flipped on the lights.
Bright lights flooded the large white room, revealing desks with computers and lockers filled with weapons. Jowil waved his hand toward one of the desks, suggesting, “Have a seat. We need to talk.”
Breathing heavily, Mael flopped into a chair and slipped her shoes off her feet. Groaning with relief, she rubbed her sore arches. “Okay,” she finally replied, “What is going on?”
He looked at her, an odd knowledgeable look in his eyes. “Why don’t you tell me?” He retorted, “I’m nobody.” Not any more at least. “Why is someone trying to kill you?”
J-Jay64:
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ladyrose:
need more!!!!!
Elven_Song:
-drools- Must.. read.. more!!! Please update quickly, I don't think I can handle much more waiting for this story! It's so good!
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