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Authors: Michael Cordy
Tags: Fiction, General, thriller, Fiction - General, Thrillers, Suspense fiction, Genetic engineering, Christian fiction, Technological, Adventure stories, Fiction - Espionage, Medical novels, English Mystery & Suspense Fiction, Brotherhoods, Jesus Christ - Miracles
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early?"
"Couldn't sleep. So I thought I'd have one more go on the Wrath of Zarg."
He smiled and sat on her bed, next to the desk. It was rare to catch her awake this early. Holly was usually awakened by the cheery "rise and shine" of Marcy Kelley's booming brogue just before eight--in time for breakfast and the ride to school with her friends.
He turned to the screen and watched the warrior queen Holly was controlling. The ridiculously muscular figure was standing beneath a ceiling that seemed to be raining fiery bricks down on her head. A dragon was approaching from her left and a huge troll-like animal from the right.
"Looks like you're in trouble."
Holly laughed. "Piece of cake."
"Oh, yeah? How are you going to avoid being roasted by the bricks without the dragon eating you, or the troll crushing you?"
"Like this." Holly immediately pressed a couple of keys and the warrior queen on the screen bent down and picked up a rock from the ground, revealing a small blue bottle. Another few taps on the keyboard and the character picked up the blue bottle and drank it. Suddenly she was glowing, immune to the falling hot bricks. And in no time she was using her sword to dice the dragon, kebab the troll, and move on to the next level.
"Magic potion," Holly explained with a wise-guy grin.
"Makes you invulnerable. Works every time. You just need to know where to look."
He looked at his daughter, oblivious to her impending disease. "Magic potion, huh. I'm impressed." He wished it was as easy for him.
The screen changed and a new level came up.
"Level six," Holly exclaimed triumphantly. "Awesome."
Tom was glad Holly liked the new computer. It had been a Christmas gift from Olivia and him. Jasmine had helped choose the model, and it was about the only fun Holly had enjoyed over an otherwise doom-laden Christmas. Sure, Alex and other relations had stayed over, and Jazz and all their friends had been heroically considerate, but nothing could distract them from the void of Olivia's absence. All in all the whole festive season was right up there with a week's vacation in hell.
He glanced around Holly's room. On one wall a Jurassic Park 3 poster vied with a life-size picture of The Internet Troopers. A soccer ball sat on the middle shelf above the desk, next to a large photo of Olivia laughing in the garden. He quickly shifted his gaze to the collection of CD-ROM computer games and GI Joe action figures. He smiled inwardly when he considered how there wasn't one doll, cute Peanuts poster, or doe-eyed Disney character in sight. From when she was tiny it had been obvious that Holly wasn't a Barbie doll kind of girl. So much for genetics, he thought.
Suddenly he imagined this room empty. The fear came so quickly and unannounced that he needed a second to compose himself. He took a deep breath and reassured himself that the CAT and PET brain scans they had taken together had shown no sign of Holly's tumor yet. Again he told himself that there was enough time to find her a cure. He would find the time.
"Dad?"
He turned to Holly, who was studying his feet. "Yes?"
"You ready for work already?"
"Of course. Why?"
"Your socks don't match."
He looked down and saw she was right. He was wearing
one blue and one brown sock. "They're not meant to match," he said. "They're a special pair."
Holly just raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, right."
Tom stood up and kissed her on the cheek. "No really, Hol. I can prove it."
Holly narrowed her eyes. "How?"
He couldn't resist a grin as he moved to the door. "Because I've got another pair just like them."
He heard her groan, "Daaad," but Tom managed to get out the door before the pillow reached him.
B y six-thirty Tom was driving through the gates of the GENIUS campus, his discreet police tail not far behind. He normally liked to be at his desk before six-fifteen, but seeing Holly awake had been a welcome break in his routine.
He drove the Mercedes into the underground parking garage and noticed it
"Couldn't sleep. So I thought I'd have one more go on the Wrath of Zarg."
He smiled and sat on her bed, next to the desk. It was rare to catch her awake this early. Holly was usually awakened by the cheery "rise and shine" of Marcy Kelley's booming brogue just before eight--in time for breakfast and the ride to school with her friends.
He turned to the screen and watched the warrior queen Holly was controlling. The ridiculously muscular figure was standing beneath a ceiling that seemed to be raining fiery bricks down on her head. A dragon was approaching from her left and a huge troll-like animal from the right.
"Looks like you're in trouble."
Holly laughed. "Piece of cake."
"Oh, yeah? How are you going to avoid being roasted by the bricks without the dragon eating you, or the troll crushing you?"
"Like this." Holly immediately pressed a couple of keys and the warrior queen on the screen bent down and picked up a rock from the ground, revealing a small blue bottle. Another few taps on the keyboard and the character picked up the blue bottle and drank it. Suddenly she was glowing, immune to the falling hot bricks. And in no time she was using her sword to dice the dragon, kebab the troll, and move on to the next level.
"Magic potion," Holly explained with a wise-guy grin.
"Makes you invulnerable. Works every time. You just need to know where to look."
He looked at his daughter, oblivious to her impending disease. "Magic potion, huh. I'm impressed." He wished it was as easy for him.
The screen changed and a new level came up.
"Level six," Holly exclaimed triumphantly. "Awesome."
Tom was glad Holly liked the new computer. It had been a Christmas gift from Olivia and him. Jasmine had helped choose the model, and it was about the only fun Holly had enjoyed over an otherwise doom-laden Christmas. Sure, Alex and other relations had stayed over, and Jazz and all their friends had been heroically considerate, but nothing could distract them from the void of Olivia's absence. All in all the whole festive season was right up there with a week's vacation in hell.
He glanced around Holly's room. On one wall a Jurassic Park 3 poster vied with a life-size picture of The Internet Troopers. A soccer ball sat on the middle shelf above the desk, next to a large photo of Olivia laughing in the garden. He quickly shifted his gaze to the collection of CD-ROM computer games and GI Joe action figures. He smiled inwardly when he considered how there wasn't one doll, cute Peanuts poster, or doe-eyed Disney character in sight. From when she was tiny it had been obvious that Holly wasn't a Barbie doll kind of girl. So much for genetics, he thought.
Suddenly he imagined this room empty. The fear came so quickly and unannounced that he needed a second to compose himself. He took a deep breath and reassured himself that the CAT and PET brain scans they had taken together had shown no sign of Holly's tumor yet. Again he told himself that there was enough time to find her a cure. He would find the time.
"Dad?"
He turned to Holly, who was studying his feet. "Yes?"
"You ready for work already?"
"Of course. Why?"
"Your socks don't match."
He looked down and saw she was right. He was wearing
one blue and one brown sock. "They're not meant to match," he said. "They're a special pair."
Holly just raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, right."
Tom stood up and kissed her on the cheek. "No really, Hol. I can prove it."
Holly narrowed her eyes. "How?"
He couldn't resist a grin as he moved to the door. "Because I've got another pair just like them."
He heard her groan, "Daaad," but Tom managed to get out the door before the pillow reached him.
B y six-thirty Tom was driving through the gates of the GENIUS campus, his discreet police tail not far behind. He normally liked to be at his desk before six-fifteen, but seeing Holly awake had been a welcome break in his routine.
He drove the Mercedes into the underground parking garage and noticed it
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