A Whateley Academy Tale
Tears And Fears
By E. E. Nalley and ElrodW
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless, longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become...
August 4th, 2009
The Hilton Orbital Casino and Hotel
There was a significant benefit to having Kayda as a team-member and friend, Lanie said to herself for perhaps the ten-thousandth time. She padded through the open isolation door, following one of Viridian's many patrols or work teams, yet she was masked completely by Kayda's ghost-walking charm. All she had to do was to time her movements so there no strangely opening and closing doors, and to avoid making overt noises. Of course, the background noise of the station really helped conceal the sounds of her footsteps, too.
Ahead of the tall redhead, a trio of henchmen strode casually, one holding and studying a tablet computer, while the other two talked about a soccer match that they had seen recently. They were on the B-level, just one level 'down' or perhaps 'out' was a better description from the central core, a level which appeared to have been taken over by the villain and his men. Apart from regular patrols, the henchmen scurried about like ants, busily working on Viridian's plans, whatever they might be, and there seemed to be some important time deadline. Lanie decided to discretely follow them, her eye on the tablet computer the first man was carrying. Carmen had informed Lanie that Viridian's men were using a separate network from both the Hilton operations network and the guest network.
Lanie was trying desperately to work out a way to get her hands on that tablet.