Return
of No Point
Small
specks of snow began to fall from the sky; not enough to warrant a
shelter, just enough to let them know that winter was still here.
"Shit,"
Suki said. She looked at all of them and shook her head. "It's
worse than I thought."
"What
do you - waitaminute..." Donnelly looked around at the others. "What's
happening?"
Suki
frowned. She snapped the cell phone closed - no signal to the
Professor either. "I told you, there's some sort of threshold
event occurring. Or is about to occur. Or just occurred." She
looked to Scorpio. "Somewhere in that LEGACY-tailored brain of
yours is the all the data on your ex-team's shift protocols. Frank
had it stored in his, you gotta have it buried somewhere in yours."
"And
so what if I do? How did this Frank-guy remember these
whatever-you-called-them?"
"We
need any stable reference points we can get if there's a shiftstorm
happening - safe-houses, phone numbers, records, contacts, anything. Or
we could all get lost." Suki smiled, with a hint of sadness.
"Frank's recovery involved a warlock, a tattoo-artist and a
bungee-jump..."
Father
Donnelly looked around, scanning the rest stop. The barren trees, the
faux-wood exteriors of the washrooms, the picnic tables gently
frosted with white, all slow-cooked in the orange of the lamp-post.
His
voice sounded high-pitched when he finally spoke. "Where's Mayganne?"
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