The Rotting Souls Series (Book 4): Charon's Coffers
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She reached into her right pocket and withdrew a device that looked a lot like Weena, only smaller. She sprinted towards the car, got in the driver seat and clicked the door shut. Blake was watching anxiously as she slammed the device into his hand.
“Put it on, like a watch,” she commanded. When he hesitated she shook her head angrily. “Do it or die, your choice.”
The door to the garage opened and she saw the tip of a gun appear through the crack. They were coming.
Weena began to vibrate once more, only more strongly this time. She glanced at Blake, her heart rate pounding in her chest. He was busy looking at his wrist and his vibrating new accessory; he hadn’t seen the assassin stepping into view.
The glass shattered, the front windshield spidered, and she felt something whip by her head.
The vibration increased and her vision doubled.
“What’s happening?” came Blake’s trembling voice.
She brought her pistol around, intent on firing on the psychopath in blue baggy clothing, when all of a sudden, time stopped. A bullet had been fired and it was streaking their way, but now it was hanging suspended in mid-air. Her body grew cold, her chest tightened, and her brain fluctuated with the amount of input thrusting into it.
Everything doubled and as the world around her faded, another started coming into being. It was terrain of some kind, no buildings evident. Their shift through the Slipstream happened quickly and her body flooded with the after-effects of a time jump.
They were in a desert, the landscape lit by a warm rising sun. The air was clean and hot. It was going to be a scorcher, his warning about a blistering afternoon coming true.
He looked at her in surprise, then his eyes widened, his pupils rolled, and he passed out.
“That figures,” she muttered in resignation.
“Death Valley, February 3rd, 1865 7:01 a.m.,” Weena informed her.
“Oh, this is going to suck,” she responded, looking at the desolate landscape and not seeing shade for miles. What was she going to do now?