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The Erinyes Effect


Pretty George stood there biting his thumbnail. He really had no idea what the heck he was supposed to do next or where to go. 

He leaned up in the bus shelter, his duffel bag by his side. He was on sentinel duty for a bus that wouldn't come until morning.

He had finished his tour and was home, but home wasn't there no more. While he was away his grandmother passed on and the house where he was raised was razed and turned into a mini-mart. 

He spat out a little chunk of nail, and then he fished through his pockets looking for a sheet of paper.

The problem was that he had tons of pieces of torn paper in various locations about his body. The trick was finding the right one. 

He found the piece of paper he was looking for: Max 555-555-5555 right straight across the board. He reached inside his pocket to get a coin and headed towards the phone.

The Snake Moon


Suki sat on the seat reading the latest adventures of a group of mutants who were at a special school due to their gifts. She enjoyed reading since it helped pass the time between here and there. Depending on where there was and how long it took to get there, she would indulge in a trivial form of reading. 

Her attention was focused on the sound bubble of each page, reading the story that unfolded. Drawing her in deeper and deeper into the continued story arc.

She was just getting to a good part when she flipped the page and the story arc was To be continued... and that irked her to no end. She picked up a sharpie and turned to the front cover and wrote down the date and a few numbers on the upper left corner. 

"You know that devalues the price," Goner commented.

"Well duh," she shot back. 

"Then why are you doing it?" he inquired.

"Just in case the next shift doesn't carry over this copy," she replied matter-of-factly. "I know that if ever I get back to this shift or a version similar to it that has this line of comic I can pick up where I left off."

The Day of Ends


Max gripped the rifle, his eyes looking around at the others, looking through their eyes and reading their souls. 

He glanced down at the valley below where hordes of cyborgnetic humanoids were congealing below. He didn't like the odds one bit.

Frank rested a hand on his good friend's shoulder. "You thinking about going Butch and Sundance, are you?" 

Max let slip a laugh. It was the first time in a while that he had a good little chuckle. Somehow, it relieved the gravity of their situation a little.

"Well Butch," Frank said as he checked the rounds that he had left in his guns. "You take the horde to the right, and I'll take the horde on the left."



In Murky Waters


Before he even reacted the creature clamped its teeth around Max's leg and jerked him into the water. He didn't even get a chance to shout out before the water was over him like a blanket on a very cold day. 

Max could feel the creature's incredible power, flailing him around like a kite in a strong wind, dragging him away from the shore and into the heart of the river. He struggled to hold his breath, but he knew that was next to impossible.

He managed to get his fingers onto a butt of one of his guns, but the creature twisted him around, making him lose his grip. The .45 slipped from his fingers and into the murky water. 

Max knew that he had precious moments to spare and that his time would come to an end if he couldn't get from of the creature's power grip. He could feel the teeth serrate his leg. 

This is so stupid, he thought. He banked on the hope that someone at camp heard and saw what happened.

Tracks in the Rain


Simon Light turned in the swivel chair to look at his superior. Simon was an Arcana 16 Rank Psychic. He had recently undergone his Tower Ordeal and was being briefed on the mission that would earn him his Star, a prestigious feat for a LEGACY Agent. 

“There’s something I’m not sure about…” 

“Yes Simon?” 

“I’ve been studying the files we have on the target’s recent activities in the Plex… Theory Division is speculating that there’s been an overall increase in Continuity and a corresponding decrease in Liminality in the target’s experiences…” 

“There seems to be,” replied his superior. “More stable recall between shifts, recurrence of allies, that sort of thing.” 

“If it’s accurate, shouldn’t we maybe hold off for a while, and let Cube be subsumed by the Status Quo? Wouldn’t it be easier to take him out then?”

The Professor smirked under his bushy mustache. “Agent Light, leave the questions about Continuity to Theory. You just keep trying to figure out a way to read Cube’s mind.”



Across the Uniplex...

It was the sound of thunder that woke Max. His eyes opened as nature's freight train rattled the windows. He heard the rain fall hard against the pane, a violent love affair streaking down the glass.

"Saigon. Shit, I am still in Saigon," he muttered to himself and then chuckled.

He got up and stretched and headed out of his bedroom and down into the kitchen. He opened his fridge and saw a solitary beer bottle; it was a sign and he took it. Twisting the cap and flicking it onto the counter, he took a long pull and went to his laptop.

He lifted the lid and the screen began to glow its radiant glow once again. As soon as the operating system kicked in he received a message

Magnum: Hi QT! I've been waiting for u.


Max smiled and than proceed to type:

CubeSquared: Morning.
Magnum: This is freaky isn't it?
CubeSquared: That it is. This has to be a first.
Magnum: It could be. But then again we could have done this before and a shift wiped any memories of ever doing this. :P


She had a point there. But this shift was kind of different since it had shattered the team into different realities, but everyone was still connected via the internet.