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‘They’re fixing cannons on us.’
‘Raise the force field!’ Old Axel snapped.
I heard the shimmer of the force field embracing the ship. An instant later something slammed into Liber8tor and we were thrown sideways. Old Axel swore as I desperately tried to focus on my plan to make an air pocket.
‘Full throttle!’ Old Axel yelled. ‘Fire forward torpedoes!’
I felt the sudden surge of engines as the docking bay rushed towards us. Two torpedoes flew from us as cannon fire slammed into Liber8tor from all sides. Ebony screamed. Our missiles slammed into the interior doors of the docking bay, reducing them to scrap. Beyond lay a huge tunnel, large enough to hold our ship. We flew through the shattered remains of the doors.
‘Fire torpedoes!’ Old Axel screamed.
Two more torpedoes rushed away from us. Another explosion followed. The view screen dissolved into static and Liber8tor crashed into the space station, catapulting me onto the floor.
After that, I knew nothing.
Chapter Sixteen
‘That was quite a ride,’ Chad said.
He had finished vomiting and was now shakily on his feet. Brodie had suffered a similar reaction from the tr ansportation. She said to Taffe, ‘That’s quite an ability you’ve got there.’
‘Thanks.’ He motioned to a half-demolished building. ‘We have to take cover,’ he said. ‘Agency forces regularly patrol this area.’
They took shelter in the collapsed building. ‘So where the hell are we?’ Brodie said. ‘It seemed like we traveled miles.’
‘We did. We’re in Queens. Or what’s left of it.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘You’re not from around here, are you?’
‘How can you tell?’
‘You look too well fed. The only people that look as healthy as you are Agency operatives.’
‘We certainly don’t work for the Agency.’ Brodie briefly explained what had brought them here. She expected Taffe to laugh in disbelief, but he merely nodded.
‘I heard the Agency was developing a time machine,’ he said. ‘Looks like James Price finally pulled it off.’
Chad asked, ‘Is he as bad as everyone makes out?’
‘Worse. If you get a chance to change history, do it. You’ll be doing everyone a favor.’
‘We really need to get back to Manhattan. Can you take us there?’
Taffe shook his head ruefully. ‘I wish I could, but I have a serious limitation on my power. It takes me a week to recharge after I’ve teleported. If you don’t mind waiting...’
Chad said to Brodie, ‘We can’t wait a week.’
‘We’ve got to track down the others,’ she said.
‘I have some friends in the resistance,’ Taffe said. ‘They can point you in the right direction.’
Brodie and Chad followed Taffe down a narrow street into a shattered building. He knew the area well. They navigated to the back where a piece of iron lay across scattered debris. Pulling it aside, Taffe led them down a set of stairs.
Brodie found herself blinking in the darkness. She could make out a basement with wine racks stacked to one side.
‘Who’s there?’ a voice called from the gloom.
‘It’s Taffe. I’ve brought some people. We want to see Ellen.’
They heard the click of a gun being cocked. ‘Raise your hands and prepare to be searched.’
Two men separated from the darkness and searched them. Brodie felt a little uncomfortable, but remained silent. This wasn’t their world. After the men allowed them to pass, they continued down another flight of stairs into an underground car park. Some vehicles were still parked there, but looked like they hadn’t been used in decades. Among them people sat cooking meals over small stoves, and cleaning weapons.
They weaved up more stairs to a gloomy room with windows boarded up on one side. A skinny woman, aged fifty, sat behind a desk.
Her eyes narrowed. ‘Taffe,’ she said, her voice surprisingly deep. ‘I heard you were taken by the Agency.’
‘I was.’ He introduced everyone. ‘I got free thanks to these good
‘Raise the force field!’ Old Axel snapped.
I heard the shimmer of the force field embracing the ship. An instant later something slammed into Liber8tor and we were thrown sideways. Old Axel swore as I desperately tried to focus on my plan to make an air pocket.
‘Full throttle!’ Old Axel yelled. ‘Fire forward torpedoes!’
I felt the sudden surge of engines as the docking bay rushed towards us. Two torpedoes flew from us as cannon fire slammed into Liber8tor from all sides. Ebony screamed. Our missiles slammed into the interior doors of the docking bay, reducing them to scrap. Beyond lay a huge tunnel, large enough to hold our ship. We flew through the shattered remains of the doors.
‘Fire torpedoes!’ Old Axel screamed.
Two more torpedoes rushed away from us. Another explosion followed. The view screen dissolved into static and Liber8tor crashed into the space station, catapulting me onto the floor.
After that, I knew nothing.
Chapter Sixteen
‘That was quite a ride,’ Chad said.
He had finished vomiting and was now shakily on his feet. Brodie had suffered a similar reaction from the tr ansportation. She said to Taffe, ‘That’s quite an ability you’ve got there.’
‘Thanks.’ He motioned to a half-demolished building. ‘We have to take cover,’ he said. ‘Agency forces regularly patrol this area.’
They took shelter in the collapsed building. ‘So where the hell are we?’ Brodie said. ‘It seemed like we traveled miles.’
‘We did. We’re in Queens. Or what’s left of it.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘You’re not from around here, are you?’
‘How can you tell?’
‘You look too well fed. The only people that look as healthy as you are Agency operatives.’
‘We certainly don’t work for the Agency.’ Brodie briefly explained what had brought them here. She expected Taffe to laugh in disbelief, but he merely nodded.
‘I heard the Agency was developing a time machine,’ he said. ‘Looks like James Price finally pulled it off.’
Chad asked, ‘Is he as bad as everyone makes out?’
‘Worse. If you get a chance to change history, do it. You’ll be doing everyone a favor.’
‘We really need to get back to Manhattan. Can you take us there?’
Taffe shook his head ruefully. ‘I wish I could, but I have a serious limitation on my power. It takes me a week to recharge after I’ve teleported. If you don’t mind waiting...’
Chad said to Brodie, ‘We can’t wait a week.’
‘We’ve got to track down the others,’ she said.
‘I have some friends in the resistance,’ Taffe said. ‘They can point you in the right direction.’
Brodie and Chad followed Taffe down a narrow street into a shattered building. He knew the area well. They navigated to the back where a piece of iron lay across scattered debris. Pulling it aside, Taffe led them down a set of stairs.
Brodie found herself blinking in the darkness. She could make out a basement with wine racks stacked to one side.
‘Who’s there?’ a voice called from the gloom.
‘It’s Taffe. I’ve brought some people. We want to see Ellen.’
They heard the click of a gun being cocked. ‘Raise your hands and prepare to be searched.’
Two men separated from the darkness and searched them. Brodie felt a little uncomfortable, but remained silent. This wasn’t their world. After the men allowed them to pass, they continued down another flight of stairs into an underground car park. Some vehicles were still parked there, but looked like they hadn’t been used in decades. Among them people sat cooking meals over small stoves, and cleaning weapons.
They weaved up more stairs to a gloomy room with windows boarded up on one side. A skinny woman, aged fifty, sat behind a desk.
Her eyes narrowed. ‘Taffe,’ she said, her voice surprisingly deep. ‘I heard you were taken by the Agency.’
‘I was.’ He introduced everyone. ‘I got free thanks to these good
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