Just a brief glance at Kura’s handiwork on the mountainside left Maya with the sensation of standing on a ship in stormy seas. She turned away from the sight completely and screwed her eyes shut just as Tammy’s lighting bolt blasted a branch off a nearby tree. The noise was terrible, as was the answering chatter of the leader trying to return fire both without looking at the disabling mural Kura created and while hunched over, emptying his stomach into the steaming, muddy ground. His helmet’s visor was open, probably just in time to save him from being in a worse situation. The other gunman was firing on full automatic as Olivia charged up the slope, her outline almost hidden by the sparks from all the ricochets coming off her body. His magazine ran empty in under half a minute and he quickly turned to the third man, the one with the net. “See if you can get her, I’ve got the one we’re here for.” “No problem.” the net carrier said, taking a step forward. With the flick of a switch, the tuning fork appendages separated from each other and extended forward. Another switch caused a … Continue reading
Maya’s panic lands her in an ever worse situation: lost and alone on the side of Walking Bear Mountain with her pursuers closing in. But lucky for her, her friends are on the way. But with friends like Kura and Tammy–will that actually make things better?
Maya and her friends arrive at Walking Bear Mountain, but they’re not the only ones: several plots seem to be on a collision course without the girls being any the wiser. Continue reading
Maya and the gang meet the Akagis and introduce the newest member of their group. Meanwhile, Liedecker has a little talk with a certain fake FBI agent. Continue reading
With a new ‘friend’ in tow, Maya seeks help in finding out what it is and how to deal with it. Continue reading
Maya’s alarm woke her up with a series of skull piercing chirps. That was the default alarm sound for her palmtop and she was yet to figure out how to change it. Scrambling from under her warm blanket pile, she managed to shut it off and stare blearily at the screen.
Since when was it March? She wondered. Apparently for several days now.
In her sleep-haze, she continued to ponder this dumbly while climbing out of bed.
It was never the plan to stay so long, but she liked it so much at the Institute. Her power and control class was shaping up to be a treat rather than a chore, thanks to Ms. Keyes and Ms. Brant’s lesson plans, she was starting to make friends; getting along very well with Joy and Steampunk, and through Steampunk, Kura and Tammy, and she never thought she’d feel as safe anywhere after what happened to her parents.
She dragged herself out of bed and laid out her favorite hoodie and sweats for when she got out of the shower. Her mind was still on her many blessings over the year.
Not everything was perfect, of course; there was Betty, who seemed to … Continue reading