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32 – Subscript
There was a knock. Ryan opened his eyes, saw nothing but blue, and closed them again. There was peace. Weightlessness. Calm. Safety. Another knock. Thoughts started to become more clear. He breathed in and felt liquid blue rush across his tongue. He was in a tank – that meant he’d been injured. That meant- The feeling of serenity dropped away as recent memories crashed into his consciousness. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling for where one of the exit wounds had been, and felt nothing but smooth skin. He was safe. He was- He wasn’t the only one who’d been injured.…
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29 – The First Note, The Last Thought
‘And she was the turtle all along!’ Ryan stared at his director. ‘Sir?’ There was a look on Director Reynolds’ face. It matched specific facial profiles that he saw on Reynolds’ face throughout the day. A microsecond later, he deduced that Reynolds was expectant. He expected something of Ryan, though he was unsure what. He kept his eyes on Reynolds and looped the audio from the last section of their conversation. It seemed unrelated to the as-yet-unstated reasons for them standing on the Agency roof. Something was wrong. It was inconsistent behaviour. A rooftop was sometimes a location to meet with fae or to get…
