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time. This base hasn’t been attacked by mods for over a decade, but they could have zeno emitters installed.’
Zeno emitters could render our powers completely useless. I didn’t like our chances of surviving this without superpowers. I wished Brodie was with us. She was the only one of us zeno emitters couldn’t affect.
‘Thinking about Brodie?’ Old Axel asked me.
Maybe I was wearing a crazy grin. ‘Yes.’
‘Don’t,’ he said, his face black. ‘Stay focused on the mission. We’ll be lucky to make it out alive.’
The space station grew larger. I swallowed. Not only was Olympus massive, but probably protected to the gills. By comparison, there were four of us. How were we going to win against such odds?
‘Cold feet?’ Old Axel grinned.
He was reading my mind, or his mind, as it happened.
‘No.’
‘This all could have been avoided. I begged you to kill James Price, but you wanted evidence. Well, now you’ve got it.’
I couldn’t argue with him there. The future was obviously a terrible place and it seemed James Price was responsible for it. Killing him would be like killing Hitler. No-one would blame you for killing Hitler. If you could make the world into a better place—a much better place—wouldn’t you?
‘We’re reaching R1,’ Mr. Brown said. ‘I’m sending the recognition codes.’
‘What’s R1?’ Ebony asked.
‘A security checkpoint. This is the first.’
Continuing towards a blunt end of the station, I saw a space dock with several ships moored inside. Ringing the outside were a dozen cannons aimed in our direction.
‘Fortunately for us,’ Old Axel said, ‘the research lab containing the temporal resonators is only half-a-mile from this end. And I’ve got a map.’
‘Providing we don’t get blown up first,’ Ebony said.
‘They’re returning our codes and allowing us through,’ Mr. Brown said.
I let out a sigh of relief.
‘Don’t get too cocky,’ Old Axel said. ‘That’s only the first checkpoint. There are two others to go.’
The space port filled the entire view screen. I remembered the extra plating that had been used to disguise Liber8tor . What if someone looked out the window and saw it wasn’t an Agency ship?
‘We’ve reached R2,’ Mr. Brown said. ‘I’m sending the second codes.’
My throat was dry. I glanced down at my hands. I was sweating. Usually I was able to control my fear, but that was when I was in control of the situation. Here I wasn’t. I was decades in the future on a ship that might get blown to pieces at any second. I glanced at Ebony. She was pale.
For some terrible reason, this made me feel better. I tried to give her a reassuring smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.
‘They’re not returning our codes,’ Mr. Brown said.
I wondered what I would do if they fired on us. Maybe I could create an air pocket around us if the ship was blasted apart. That would temporarily save us, but how would we get onto the station? A throbbing pain started at the back of my neck. This was suicide. What were we doing here? Surely there was another way to get a temporal resonator? I was about to speak when Mr. Brown let out a sigh of relief.
‘They’ve sent back the confirmation signal. We’re safe.’
‘One more checkpoint,’ Old Axel said.
Liber8tor accelerated. ‘Sending the final codes,’ he said. ‘This is it.’
I rubbed my neck, glancing at Ebony. Her eyes were closed. What was she doing? Oh, praying. I sent up a message as the ship entered the space dock. The ship shuddered as artificial gravity took over. We were inside a massive airlock, with vessels all around us, many similar to our modified Liber8tor .
The docking port was only a few hundred feet away.
‘I’m not getting a reply code,’ Mr. Brown said, staring at his console. ‘I don’t like the look of this.’
‘Don’t panic,’ Old Axel said. ‘We’ve gotten this far.’
‘Wait a second!’ Mr. Brown’s voice rose in panic.
Zeno emitters could render our powers completely useless. I didn’t like our chances of surviving this without superpowers. I wished Brodie was with us. She was the only one of us zeno emitters couldn’t affect.
‘Thinking about Brodie?’ Old Axel asked me.
Maybe I was wearing a crazy grin. ‘Yes.’
‘Don’t,’ he said, his face black. ‘Stay focused on the mission. We’ll be lucky to make it out alive.’
The space station grew larger. I swallowed. Not only was Olympus massive, but probably protected to the gills. By comparison, there were four of us. How were we going to win against such odds?
‘Cold feet?’ Old Axel grinned.
He was reading my mind, or his mind, as it happened.
‘No.’
‘This all could have been avoided. I begged you to kill James Price, but you wanted evidence. Well, now you’ve got it.’
I couldn’t argue with him there. The future was obviously a terrible place and it seemed James Price was responsible for it. Killing him would be like killing Hitler. No-one would blame you for killing Hitler. If you could make the world into a better place—a much better place—wouldn’t you?
‘We’re reaching R1,’ Mr. Brown said. ‘I’m sending the recognition codes.’
‘What’s R1?’ Ebony asked.
‘A security checkpoint. This is the first.’
Continuing towards a blunt end of the station, I saw a space dock with several ships moored inside. Ringing the outside were a dozen cannons aimed in our direction.
‘Fortunately for us,’ Old Axel said, ‘the research lab containing the temporal resonators is only half-a-mile from this end. And I’ve got a map.’
‘Providing we don’t get blown up first,’ Ebony said.
‘They’re returning our codes and allowing us through,’ Mr. Brown said.
I let out a sigh of relief.
‘Don’t get too cocky,’ Old Axel said. ‘That’s only the first checkpoint. There are two others to go.’
The space port filled the entire view screen. I remembered the extra plating that had been used to disguise Liber8tor . What if someone looked out the window and saw it wasn’t an Agency ship?
‘We’ve reached R2,’ Mr. Brown said. ‘I’m sending the second codes.’
My throat was dry. I glanced down at my hands. I was sweating. Usually I was able to control my fear, but that was when I was in control of the situation. Here I wasn’t. I was decades in the future on a ship that might get blown to pieces at any second. I glanced at Ebony. She was pale.
For some terrible reason, this made me feel better. I tried to give her a reassuring smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.
‘They’re not returning our codes,’ Mr. Brown said.
I wondered what I would do if they fired on us. Maybe I could create an air pocket around us if the ship was blasted apart. That would temporarily save us, but how would we get onto the station? A throbbing pain started at the back of my neck. This was suicide. What were we doing here? Surely there was another way to get a temporal resonator? I was about to speak when Mr. Brown let out a sigh of relief.
‘They’ve sent back the confirmation signal. We’re safe.’
‘One more checkpoint,’ Old Axel said.
Liber8tor accelerated. ‘Sending the final codes,’ he said. ‘This is it.’
I rubbed my neck, glancing at Ebony. Her eyes were closed. What was she doing? Oh, praying. I sent up a message as the ship entered the space dock. The ship shuddered as artificial gravity took over. We were inside a massive airlock, with vessels all around us, many similar to our modified Liber8tor .
The docking port was only a few hundred feet away.
‘I’m not getting a reply code,’ Mr. Brown said, staring at his console. ‘I don’t like the look of this.’
‘Don’t panic,’ Old Axel said. ‘We’ve gotten this far.’
‘Wait a second!’ Mr. Brown’s voice rose in panic.
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