Metal Angels - Part One: (A Supernatural Thriller Serial)

by D K Girl

  ‘And we’re done.’ Jeremy wasted no time scooping up his equipment and striding from the compartment. He advised her guards that she was ready, and the two women turned in near-perfect unison.

  ‘Wait,’ Blake said. ‘I want to speak with Cym before we go back down. I have some questions for him about the repairs.’

  The larger of the two women, one Blake recalled passing once or twice in hallways, took little convincing and directed her angst-faced colleague to return to door-guarding duty. Whether they believed the official company line that the Syranians were genetically enhanced soldiers, or whether they leaned towards the rumour of extraterrestrial origins, one thing certain was that these guards would follow Captain Nex’s directives in Tamas’s absence. Blake’s brain and technological prowess may ensure that their paychecks were covered by incoming contracts, but her position of power faded to nothing in the face of Nex’s authoritative air. Blake was certain Captain Nex was capable of intimidating even the gods he and Tamas spent so much time praying to, if he so wished.

  Blake rose to her feet, flexing her fingers. The black tiles beneath her seemed to rise and dip like onyx waves. She clutched the edge of the bed.

  ‘Blake? Is everything all right?’

  The question was getting tedious, and considering Cym was doing the asking, it was a ridiculous one at that.

  ‘No, Cym. I’m fairly certain nothing is all right.’

  To begin with, she’d sent Kira away with a being that seriously encroached the limits of Blake’s realm of acceptability. Now Level eleven was under emergency power after the Final Meld had released an energy surge large enough to register on the Richter scale. Not to mention one of the carapaces had torn an elevator shaft to shreds, thanks to a ludicrous embellishment she was entirely responsible for. Blake had given her metal angels wings— Telteriun wings— daydreaming of future military contracts that may evolve from her concept designs.

  She was not going insane. She had arrived some time ago.

  Cym closed the compartment door. A sickly pink gash marked his forehead, and burn marks covered one of his hands. But the damage was already half of what it had been when she’d rushed to his side in the level eleven chamber.

  ‘How is Tamas?’ Still leaning against the bed for support, Blake peered around Cym. The crowd had left Tamas’s bedside. His face was cleaned of blood, revealing a disturbingly pale pallor. His skin tone dipped beneath its usual olive hue, the loss of blood draining the colour to a greyish-white. His broken wrist was strapped, and bandages covered the deep gash on his head. In light of the maelstrom he’d been at the centre of, he’d gotten off lightly.

  ‘His blood pressure was extremely high, his respiratory rate accelerated, but that’s been contained. The human surgeon will tend to his broken bone, and that will in time heal.’ While Cym spoke, his eyes drifted not to Tamas but rather towards where Gren lay beneath his colourful halo. A flit of something – melancholy? – crossed his smooth, carved features. Blake straightened, fighting to recall where else she’d seen that exact expression.

  ‘And Perry?’ she said.

  ‘He’s kept alive only by those machines.’ Cym returned his focus to the room. ‘But I’ve been instructed to continue the life support. The captain hopes to gain further knowledge of what assailed the man. But that enquiry has – how do you say it? Taken a back seat?’ He offered her a hesitant smile.

  And it dawned on her – where she’d seen that look he’d given Gren. It had been on Eron’s face when he’d seen Kira in the level eleven chamber that day she’d called them both to view Azrael. Blake bit the inside of her cheek. Was there no one but her in this forsaken place who was not absorbed in a ridiculous affair?

  ‘Are they here, Cym?’ Blake did not return the smile. ‘I need to know.’ She stopped herself from saying it was the least he could do. He may have assisted her with controlling the toxin in her blood, but he was also the one who’d made it possible for Tamas to carve the truth out of her with the serum. Every bitter inch of her terrible truth. ‘Did they find Kira?’

  ….CONTINUE - METAL ANGELS - PART TWO

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