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even though I didn’t want to drag him out
here.
“ Michael ?” I called, hesitantly.
Part of me was hoping I was out of range because surely tackling this by myself
would be a better experience.
“ Angel ?” Michael’s voice responded,
still crystal clear. Just what was the range on this psychic connection?
“ Are you busy ?” I asked as I
stepped out of the vehicle and locked it behind me. Michael was standing in
front of me instantly. “Okay, that’s freaky,” I muttered under my breath.
“Why are we here?” Michael asked, looking
at the large wire fence between us and the port.
“I had a tip that Asmodeus and Beelzebub
were up to something at the port. I was going to have a look by myself and wait
until I had more to go on before I came to see you, but then I decided I should
probably let someone know what’s going on first,” I told him, feeling sheepish.
Now he was here, I felt like I’d made the wrong decision again.
“Where did this information come from?”
Michael asked.
“I can’t say,” I said, scrunching up my
nose.
“Very well,” Michael nodded. With no
warning, he took hold of my hand and then we were standing on the other side of
the fence. “What are we looking for?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, blinking
rapidly as I got my bearings. Michael fell silent. I couldn’t tell if he was
humoring me, or genuinely trusted me. We crossed the train tracks and we walked
around the area in silence.
This particular section of the port
consisted of rows upon rows of stacked shipping containers in front of several
long warehouses, belonging to A. R. International. Opposite was the port
itself, only one enormous ship docked at the far end, and a handful of boats
dotting the water behind. Aside from the not so pleasant smell of the water,
combined with the lingering traces of diesel, the area smelled strongly of
coffee: The Port of New Orleans was actually the country’s major coffee
handling port.
Finally, Michael broke the silence. “This
may go quicker if we split up.” I looked up at him in surprise. “You stay on
this side,” he said, indicating to the warehouses beside me, half hidden by the
long freight trains, parked for the night. “I will take the area by the water.”
I couldn’t say I blamed him for not
wanting to be with me right now. I nodded my agreement and stepped out from
behind one of the containers. To avoid the sharp ballast, I followed the
natural path alongside the train tracks so shiny they glinted in the few
security lights which were dotted around. I continued in silence, scanning the
area, catching Michael’s silhouette every so often as we both crossed a gap between
the containers.
We had gotten to the end of the shipping
company’s land and found nothing. I stared down along the tracks spotting a
light in the distance, but nothing else. Ty had been right about the location
and the name, but what was to say he was right about something going on here?
Tonight.
“ Angel, I see nothing, ”Michael
said, matching my thoughts.
“ No, ”I agreed. “ Me
neither. ” I rubbed at my neck and looked back at the next shipping yard. “ Maybe
my information was wrong? Maybe the timing was wrong. ” I kicked at a stone
and turned, heading back in the direction we had come from. Michael remained
silent, but I could see his figure walking back from the other side of the
containers. Great: he was ignoring me.
I hadn’t gone far before I spotted
something. Something that certainly hadn’t been there when I’d walked this way
not that long ago. “Am I hallucinating?” I asked myself. In the middle of one
of the tracks, between two sleepers, protruding from jagged rocks was a sword.
It was sticking out enough to be seen, and probably enough that it would get
knocked over by a train should one pass over it.
I glanced up and down the tracks. It was
deserted. I made my way over, sticking to the correct side of the tracks. “Where
the hell did you come
here.
“ Michael ?” I called, hesitantly.
Part of me was hoping I was out of range because surely tackling this by myself
would be a better experience.
“ Angel ?” Michael’s voice responded,
still crystal clear. Just what was the range on this psychic connection?
“ Are you busy ?” I asked as I
stepped out of the vehicle and locked it behind me. Michael was standing in
front of me instantly. “Okay, that’s freaky,” I muttered under my breath.
“Why are we here?” Michael asked, looking
at the large wire fence between us and the port.
“I had a tip that Asmodeus and Beelzebub
were up to something at the port. I was going to have a look by myself and wait
until I had more to go on before I came to see you, but then I decided I should
probably let someone know what’s going on first,” I told him, feeling sheepish.
Now he was here, I felt like I’d made the wrong decision again.
“Where did this information come from?”
Michael asked.
“I can’t say,” I said, scrunching up my
nose.
“Very well,” Michael nodded. With no
warning, he took hold of my hand and then we were standing on the other side of
the fence. “What are we looking for?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, blinking
rapidly as I got my bearings. Michael fell silent. I couldn’t tell if he was
humoring me, or genuinely trusted me. We crossed the train tracks and we walked
around the area in silence.
This particular section of the port
consisted of rows upon rows of stacked shipping containers in front of several
long warehouses, belonging to A. R. International. Opposite was the port
itself, only one enormous ship docked at the far end, and a handful of boats
dotting the water behind. Aside from the not so pleasant smell of the water,
combined with the lingering traces of diesel, the area smelled strongly of
coffee: The Port of New Orleans was actually the country’s major coffee
handling port.
Finally, Michael broke the silence. “This
may go quicker if we split up.” I looked up at him in surprise. “You stay on
this side,” he said, indicating to the warehouses beside me, half hidden by the
long freight trains, parked for the night. “I will take the area by the water.”
I couldn’t say I blamed him for not
wanting to be with me right now. I nodded my agreement and stepped out from
behind one of the containers. To avoid the sharp ballast, I followed the
natural path alongside the train tracks so shiny they glinted in the few
security lights which were dotted around. I continued in silence, scanning the
area, catching Michael’s silhouette every so often as we both crossed a gap between
the containers.
We had gotten to the end of the shipping
company’s land and found nothing. I stared down along the tracks spotting a
light in the distance, but nothing else. Ty had been right about the location
and the name, but what was to say he was right about something going on here?
Tonight.
“ Angel, I see nothing, ”Michael
said, matching my thoughts.
“ No, ”I agreed. “ Me
neither. ” I rubbed at my neck and looked back at the next shipping yard. “ Maybe
my information was wrong? Maybe the timing was wrong. ” I kicked at a stone
and turned, heading back in the direction we had come from. Michael remained
silent, but I could see his figure walking back from the other side of the
containers. Great: he was ignoring me.
I hadn’t gone far before I spotted
something. Something that certainly hadn’t been there when I’d walked this way
not that long ago. “Am I hallucinating?” I asked myself. In the middle of one
of the tracks, between two sleepers, protruding from jagged rocks was a sword.
It was sticking out enough to be seen, and probably enough that it would get
knocked over by a train should one pass over it.
I glanced up and down the tracks. It was
deserted. I made my way over, sticking to the correct side of the tracks. “Where
the hell did you come
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