Emergence (The Primogenitor Chronicles Book 1) by Siana Wineland Page B
Authors: Siana Wineland
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Christoff racked his brain. He compared the place to what he had known growing up. His memories of living in a real home were so faded that he couldn’t tell if they were actually genuine or something made up from TV and pictures. Life in a lab didn’t offer this sort of environment. Beautiful white walls that somehow managed to not appear stark like those in the Facility. A real fireplace took up a corner. He wondered what the wood smelled like as it burned. Furniture that looked like you could sink into it and never find your way out. “Boy this place would pass for a picture in a magazine,” Christoff commented.
“You should see their taste in music,” Matt said.
Christoff walked over to where Matt stood by a state of the art stereo system that was set up on shelves against one of the walls. Perusing the selection, he was surprised by how eclectic a collection it was. It didn’t seem to fit in with the perfect-looking house. At the sound of footsteps, Chris turned, and Gavin walked back into the room wearing slacks and a pull over and looking very much like a suburbanite. The homeowner hovered uncertainly in the doorway, waiting.
Christoff gave Gavin the once-over with a look as well as extending his other senses. “Very nice. I don’t think she’ll sense anything from you. We need to stay out of sight. So it’s up to you to pull the rest of this off.” He pulled the bottle of tranquilizer out of his pocket and handed it to Gavin. “Remember what Jays said. Do not use your bare hands, and mix it in thoroughly.”
Gavin took the meat from Jeff and gave them a cocky smile. “Yes, Mom. You’d better hope this works, Chris. I don’t want to be stuck out there with a rabid wolf,” he said and cast a quick glance at Chris’s groin before he turned toward the kitchen.
Chris growled, realizing that everyone knew what had happened. “Smartass. Nick is out there with the trank rifle. This time she isn’t going anywhere,” Christoff replied to his retreating back.
Nickolas watched Christoff and his team enter the house from the shadows. After the door shut, he took a moment to survey the surrounding street and yards. No sign of the men that he knew waited for his signal. Good. If I can’t find them, she shouldn’t be able to either. You are not slipping out of this one, Jessica. You have my word on it.
With a quick check of his radio to make sure it was off, he pulled the rifle off of his shoulder. His hands were quick as he checked that the darts were loaded correctly and the air cartridge pressurized properly. Just in case. He slung it back over his shoulder. The weight of the weapon was an irritant, fouling his wings.
Nickolas took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to quiet his mind. The difference in this recovery staggered him. Something about the quarry really struck a nerve. And I don’t think it’s just a result of not taking my pills last night. He started to relax with effort. How did you hide your presence from us, Jessica? I don’t want to alert you when I get close.
His breath whooshed in and out. The feel was almost hypnotic. As his mind fell into a trance state, it felt too tight, like his brain was caged in a box that had become too small. Instinct prodded him and he followed.
Light exploded behind his closed eyes when he breached the barrier, mentally blinding him. When he could think again, he found himself surrounded by unfamiliar energy. Wispy tendrils floated in the blackness, like the tentacles on a jellyfish. Tentatively, he reached out with a thought, touching the threads. Warmth flowed through them. They clung to his mental hand and Nickolas shook it lightly, but that just gathered more. They pulled and stretched like taffy as he tried to get rid of it, but they still floated no matter how thick they became. He hadn’t felt this boyish sense of wonder for years. Smiling, he pulled more to himself and started to shape it into a
Christoff racked his brain. He compared the place to what he had known growing up. His memories of living in a real home were so faded that he couldn’t tell if they were actually genuine or something made up from TV and pictures. Life in a lab didn’t offer this sort of environment. Beautiful white walls that somehow managed to not appear stark like those in the Facility. A real fireplace took up a corner. He wondered what the wood smelled like as it burned. Furniture that looked like you could sink into it and never find your way out. “Boy this place would pass for a picture in a magazine,” Christoff commented.
“You should see their taste in music,” Matt said.
Christoff walked over to where Matt stood by a state of the art stereo system that was set up on shelves against one of the walls. Perusing the selection, he was surprised by how eclectic a collection it was. It didn’t seem to fit in with the perfect-looking house. At the sound of footsteps, Chris turned, and Gavin walked back into the room wearing slacks and a pull over and looking very much like a suburbanite. The homeowner hovered uncertainly in the doorway, waiting.
Christoff gave Gavin the once-over with a look as well as extending his other senses. “Very nice. I don’t think she’ll sense anything from you. We need to stay out of sight. So it’s up to you to pull the rest of this off.” He pulled the bottle of tranquilizer out of his pocket and handed it to Gavin. “Remember what Jays said. Do not use your bare hands, and mix it in thoroughly.”
Gavin took the meat from Jeff and gave them a cocky smile. “Yes, Mom. You’d better hope this works, Chris. I don’t want to be stuck out there with a rabid wolf,” he said and cast a quick glance at Chris’s groin before he turned toward the kitchen.
Chris growled, realizing that everyone knew what had happened. “Smartass. Nick is out there with the trank rifle. This time she isn’t going anywhere,” Christoff replied to his retreating back.
Nickolas watched Christoff and his team enter the house from the shadows. After the door shut, he took a moment to survey the surrounding street and yards. No sign of the men that he knew waited for his signal. Good. If I can’t find them, she shouldn’t be able to either. You are not slipping out of this one, Jessica. You have my word on it.
With a quick check of his radio to make sure it was off, he pulled the rifle off of his shoulder. His hands were quick as he checked that the darts were loaded correctly and the air cartridge pressurized properly. Just in case. He slung it back over his shoulder. The weight of the weapon was an irritant, fouling his wings.
Nickolas took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to quiet his mind. The difference in this recovery staggered him. Something about the quarry really struck a nerve. And I don’t think it’s just a result of not taking my pills last night. He started to relax with effort. How did you hide your presence from us, Jessica? I don’t want to alert you when I get close.
His breath whooshed in and out. The feel was almost hypnotic. As his mind fell into a trance state, it felt too tight, like his brain was caged in a box that had become too small. Instinct prodded him and he followed.
Light exploded behind his closed eyes when he breached the barrier, mentally blinding him. When he could think again, he found himself surrounded by unfamiliar energy. Wispy tendrils floated in the blackness, like the tentacles on a jellyfish. Tentatively, he reached out with a thought, touching the threads. Warmth flowed through them. They clung to his mental hand and Nickolas shook it lightly, but that just gathered more. They pulled and stretched like taffy as he tried to get rid of it, but they still floated no matter how thick they became. He hadn’t felt this boyish sense of wonder for years. Smiling, he pulled more to himself and started to shape it into a
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