Elaine walked over and took the phone from him, once unlocked and the cryptography on the phone broken she could easily use the Enoch at her hip to access the active storage on the phones. A moment later and she had what she needed from her entire team’s set of cryptophones. “Yes. They’re all green,” … Read more
Frog smirked and passed a finger through some curling green hairs dripping down her bangs. “I know everyone is anxious to get this over with,” she said. “But we just need to wait a little longer for David and Russell to get here.” A knock at the door to Elaine’s lab and Frog opened it … Read more
Today the dean looked less like an old British man in a trimmed suit and more like an administrator flush with presence and purpose. To Frog and Elaine, his attitude made him almost-gentlemanly—friendly but not too friendly and filled with a profound joy restrained by reserved social grace. Elaine stood in front of his desk … Read more
Linscott breathed another sigh and Elaine’s eyes turned towards him. He gave her a slow, hard, look and walked out of the room shaking. As his footfalls faded she heard him dial a number on his cell phone and start talking. What happened to him next didn’t matter now. “Now, to figure out who they … Read more
The weekend and the late hour worked to Elaine’s advantage as she sped across the campus. Her surroundings blurred by with an uncanny almost-surreal gaussian stretch as photons intersected the Acellerando field and warped into her frame of reference–it cast the world with a subtle shift from blue filtered to red across the center of … Read more
The dean chose to remain in his office after he regained use of his back and leg muscles (his resignation to what happened summed up with a “You know where I am if you need me.”) Whitaker had been taken by Toller into one of the adjoining rooms and handcuffed to a chair—she left the … Read more
Dean Harwood huffed and made as if to sit back down in his chair. His eyes flashed to the gun once again and his frown deepened. Instead of sitting, he folded his arms across his chest and seemed to fold into himself. “Give him the code,” Whitaker said. “No.” The gun switched to Harwood. “If … Read more
The small girl wore a white button-down shirt–collar turned up so that a small microphone could be clipped to it near her mouth–and she wore a pair of black pants with so many pockets, her pockets had pockets. Of course, as usual, she also had a pair of glimmering goggles atop her head, a fashion … Read more
She withdrew the Enoch from her hip, opened a circular menu that accessed the surveillance spellcode in the door and selected a few specialized bits of code. In front of the four, the door began to shimmer. At first it seemed to glow with an orange light, then shadows formed and clotted together, forming into … Read more
“Why did you send me the list of professors that you did?” Elaine asked. Warren blinked a few times and rubbed his temple, he looked to Toller as if for help, but she only shrugged. “Must you hang from the ceiling like that?” he asked, still craning his neck. “Come to think of it, how … Read more