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At Fern’s question, her purple eyes shift toward him—the panic vanishing with a forced little laugh.
“Oh, come now, Mister Delaney.” She tried her best to remember how the mask fit. The way to hold her nose. She unfurled her little bundle slightly, revealing the letterman jacket.
“I couldn’t just leave a designer piece like this behind.” Watching as the other man teleported, she sighed.
It really was the most graceful form of transportation. Though she did wonder about the age-old question: was the reassembled person
really you? What kind of things in that dragon’s brain allowed it to transport them in one piece? As Cillian volunteered to go last, Calpurnia nodded. The laptop pressed itself squarely against her chest.
“Ever the gentleman, Mister Quinn.”
She watches as the darker-haired spouse makes a mess of the landing. She then turns to Purrseus.
“I’ll take my chances with the dragon, my love.” The cat nods. He did not want that
fat ass sitting on him anyway.
With a signal to Fern, the scientist uses the dragon’s portal. Hopefully, the woman put together on the other side did not get sentimental over an
alien’s jacket. When she emerges into the apartment, any signs of tears are limited to smudges on her bottom lashes.
As Cillian lands, Purrseus waits a moment. As the door breaks, he unleashes a wave of
Hypnosis upon the crowd. The hive members in front grow drowsy, crashing into one another in a tangle of limbs and stingers. One of them spat a chunk of goo at him, the viscous liquid landing in his shoulder tuft. Looking at them as if they were the morning’s litterbox droppings, he leaps across the barrier. After a moment, he manages to squeeze through the window frame.
With an almost mocking wave, Calpurnia closes the windows behind them. A secretive smile was spared for Tempest and Cillian.
Truly two peas in a little anarchistic pod. Though cracked, it seemed solid enough to prevent a few stray stingers.
“I am not sure they will care. The hive is likely far more important than some silly little interlopers.”As commanded, she heads for the nearby staircase. Perseus moves to squeeze around the blond man, though the hallway makes it difficult for them to walk double file. Grateful for the silence, Calpurnia allows herself a moment to reflect. Had she truly missed that brainless dolt
that much? Enough to risk life and limb for some dreamt-up chance at a reunion?
It was unlike her.
Ah, well, she was in a different world! This was no time to be crying over lost spouses!
She heard a
click. With a hiss, she reached for the shirt in front of her, hoping to press them to a wall as a door swung open.
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