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B003 Forbidden Garden (Part 8)
“You’ll never catch me, squirt!”, shouted her brother as he ran across the beach, away from her.
She just screamed in frustration, unable to get to him – he was five years older than her and had much longer and stronger legs.
“Tom, stop picking on your sister!”, said their father from where he lay on his beach lounger, bathing in the sun. “Sweetie, stop chasing him.”
She ran over to her father and replied: “He ripped my bathing suit!”, she shouted, showing him how one shoulder of her brilliant green suit had a small, barely visible tear.
He looked at her like a man who had been through this a thousand times before – which was quite accurate, actually. “Sweetheart, please. We can buy you a new one. We can buy you a hundred, and a hundred red ones as well. So stop fretting about.”
She pouted at him, but… “Can I have some that are green and red?”, she asked hopefully.
“Sure thing sweetheart. Now, go and play some more, will you? And tell your brother to come to me for a second”, her father replied, dismissing her.
Watching him chastise her older brother made her almost as happy as the promise of new bathing suits…
B003 Forbidden Garden (Part 7)
“Are you sure you want to do this? You are hurt“, Amy said.
Basil just nodded and stared at his mobile phone – tracking the movements of the so-called Switchbitch.
Amy’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “The Hemogoblins…”
“…are a C-to-B-Class gang, mainly due to their leadership consisting entirely of metahumans, with their actual leader being a B-Class Contriver”, continued Basil. “Their metapowered members are…”
“Alright, alright, so you’ve done some research on them”, Amy cut him off before he could launch into an exposition-rant (not that she didn’t like to do that once in a while. Just not as much as he did). “Still, do you think you can do this? You. Are. Hurt. And your teammates are certainly not up to this – leave it to the heroes! That’s what they’re for!”
B003 Forbidden Garden (Part 6.2)
Getting to the Hospital did not take long – before the reconstruction of the city even began after DiL’s attack, it had been decided that the new public transport system was going to be the most efficient in the world – and they had succeeded (at the time). And while Washington had managed to snatch that title away during their 2001 reworking of their public transportation system, New Lennston’s was still one of the world’s finest. The magnetic trains moved almost soundlessly through the city and one needed half an hour at most to reach any station from any other.
So he entered Prisca’s room just as Mrs. Smith was leaving with the food tray. She did not even notice him, as she had to hurry to bring the tray to the kitchen and then run along to the next patient needing help with eating. And then the next one. Plus those who needed help with going to the toilet – a problem which Prisca wished she had, because it would mean that her bowels still worked well enough to actually process food – and so on.
Which meant that he and Prisca would be undisturbed for at least an hour and a half. Perfect.