last millisecond before he should have been vaporized, Dmitri Ivanov vanished into thin air.
“He’s gone,” I breathed to Salah when we had reached Rowan.
“I know, they’re all gone,” He swallowed.
“No!” I told him urgently, “Dmitri! When the ball shot out, he disappeared into thin air. He’s gone . And he’s working for Zenda. She’s got the whole police behind her. Boys – it looks like we’ve found ourselves a formidable enemy.”
“So this Zenda woman…who is she to us?” Rowan asked, taking one of my arms. I lean on him more now, as he’s stronger than Salah. He supports me like I weigh nothing.
“She wants the Xeron, and she knows to get it, she’ll have to get rid of us by whatever means possible. So, basically, we have to get her before she gets to us. Either way, someone’s dying…and soon.” I explained.
“But what about your leg?” Salah asked.
“We’re going to Ireland,” I said, shrugging it off because, if you know anything about the universe, you’ve got to know what Ireland has.
“What’s in Ireland?” Salah asked obliviously.
Rowan snorted out a laugh, and Salah looked genuinely offended.
“Are you kidding?” My brother asked.
“Yeah!” I piqued up, “how do you not know what’s in Ireland? And you call yourself a criminal!” I scoffed.
“So…what is it?” Salah continued on stupidly.
“They have Nucleic Doctors in Ireland, duh.” Rowan explained.
“Nucleic Doctors?” Salah looked utterly puzzled by this relatively well known concept.
“Yes…they’re the only people in this or any other dimension that can RH any person for only a…reasonable fee.” I explained.
“RH someone?” He asked.
“You’re so clueless, aren’t you?” I sighed, shaking my head, “RH as in Relazine Hyperlative. And this means, in case you don’t know, that they can heal your cells, every one of them, in seconds, so they can heal my broken leg as soon as we can get there – that’s what a Nucleic Doctor does, and that’s why we’re going to Ireland.”
“Oh.”
“And Salah, stay away from my sister. She’ll kill you if you try anything.” He threat-ened maliciously.
I grinned, “He’s right you know. Even though Rowan could easily destroy you, it would be more fun for me to, and I’ve seen more insides than a surgeon,”
“You guys are scary.” Salah chuckled.
“Don’t I know it,” And with that, Rowan was off. He receded into the sky while Salah stood, looking at me.
“Let’s go sit on the porch of that building over there,” I pointed.
He held me up almost fully as I put no pressure on my leg, and I tumbled over. As I tripped down, in the clumsiest moment I’ve had in years, Salah caught me. I landed in his tanned arms and struggled to get out of his grip.
“Oh come on,” He smiled, standing up and holding on to me tighter. He carried me over to the porch and set me down gingerly on the wood floor.
“Congratulations,” I told him quietly.
“For what?” He seemed truly surprised at my notion.
“For earning my trust,” I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. His skin was suddenly flushed russet, making me wonder a little. Of course, he probably didn’t know that on my home planet, a kiss on the cheek is the international sign of friendship, like in many European countries on this silly planet.
“What was that for?” He asked once his face had returned to its normal shade.
“You’re not wearing an earpiece.”
“I know. You’ve got a cut on you ankle,” He informed me, and I checked it out.
He was right – there were a few scrapes on the leg I hadn’t broken from tripping earlier.
“Are they recent?” He wondered.
“I guess they are.”
“What’d you get them from?” He implored.
“I got them falling for you.” Was my nonchalant reply.
For a moment or two, I had no clue what I had said, presuming nothing had come out of my mouth but my previous assessment. And then his dark eyebrows rose
“He’s gone,” I breathed to Salah when we had reached Rowan.
“I know, they’re all gone,” He swallowed.
“No!” I told him urgently, “Dmitri! When the ball shot out, he disappeared into thin air. He’s gone . And he’s working for Zenda. She’s got the whole police behind her. Boys – it looks like we’ve found ourselves a formidable enemy.”
“So this Zenda woman…who is she to us?” Rowan asked, taking one of my arms. I lean on him more now, as he’s stronger than Salah. He supports me like I weigh nothing.
“She wants the Xeron, and she knows to get it, she’ll have to get rid of us by whatever means possible. So, basically, we have to get her before she gets to us. Either way, someone’s dying…and soon.” I explained.
“But what about your leg?” Salah asked.
“We’re going to Ireland,” I said, shrugging it off because, if you know anything about the universe, you’ve got to know what Ireland has.
“What’s in Ireland?” Salah asked obliviously.
Rowan snorted out a laugh, and Salah looked genuinely offended.
“Are you kidding?” My brother asked.
“Yeah!” I piqued up, “how do you not know what’s in Ireland? And you call yourself a criminal!” I scoffed.
“So…what is it?” Salah continued on stupidly.
“They have Nucleic Doctors in Ireland, duh.” Rowan explained.
“Nucleic Doctors?” Salah looked utterly puzzled by this relatively well known concept.
“Yes…they’re the only people in this or any other dimension that can RH any person for only a…reasonable fee.” I explained.
“RH someone?” He asked.
“You’re so clueless, aren’t you?” I sighed, shaking my head, “RH as in Relazine Hyperlative. And this means, in case you don’t know, that they can heal your cells, every one of them, in seconds, so they can heal my broken leg as soon as we can get there – that’s what a Nucleic Doctor does, and that’s why we’re going to Ireland.”
“Oh.”
“And Salah, stay away from my sister. She’ll kill you if you try anything.” He threat-ened maliciously.
I grinned, “He’s right you know. Even though Rowan could easily destroy you, it would be more fun for me to, and I’ve seen more insides than a surgeon,”
“You guys are scary.” Salah chuckled.
“Don’t I know it,” And with that, Rowan was off. He receded into the sky while Salah stood, looking at me.
“Let’s go sit on the porch of that building over there,” I pointed.
He held me up almost fully as I put no pressure on my leg, and I tumbled over. As I tripped down, in the clumsiest moment I’ve had in years, Salah caught me. I landed in his tanned arms and struggled to get out of his grip.
“Oh come on,” He smiled, standing up and holding on to me tighter. He carried me over to the porch and set me down gingerly on the wood floor.
“Congratulations,” I told him quietly.
“For what?” He seemed truly surprised at my notion.
“For earning my trust,” I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. His skin was suddenly flushed russet, making me wonder a little. Of course, he probably didn’t know that on my home planet, a kiss on the cheek is the international sign of friendship, like in many European countries on this silly planet.
“What was that for?” He asked once his face had returned to its normal shade.
“You’re not wearing an earpiece.”
“I know. You’ve got a cut on you ankle,” He informed me, and I checked it out.
He was right – there were a few scrapes on the leg I hadn’t broken from tripping earlier.
“Are they recent?” He wondered.
“I guess they are.”
“What’d you get them from?” He implored.
“I got them falling for you.” Was my nonchalant reply.
For a moment or two, I had no clue what I had said, presuming nothing had come out of my mouth but my previous assessment. And then his dark eyebrows rose
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