Past the water washed glass leading outside, the storm was subsiding with the rising sun. Shallow puddles of water on the concrete reverberated with a sprinkling of raindrops. Inside the engineering building, the control room’s lights flickered, unable to reach normalcy from the emergency shutdown.
They scattered like cockroaches to various areas around the dimly lit room before the half-breed entered. Father crouched behind a chair on the other side of the table. Jack dropped Sarah’s clothes and squeezed under the bed, scraping his shoulders on the metal bed frame. Willis saw no place to hide except behind the door as it opened.
“It’s done,” Max said, sitting back in his chair, lighting one of the old stale cigarettes that were earlier forced from the antique dispenser in the breakroom by Willis and Georgie. He looked around the quiet observatory dome lit only by computers and a small desk lamp at his workstation. He had been working so intensely on the computer virus, he did not realize it was now the middle of the night and everyone, except him, was sleeping.
The throbbing from the implant in Sarah’s arm had stopped by the time the spider drones delivered her at Palisades Nuclear Power Plant. They set her down carefully inside a circle of half-breeds and humans. She rubbed her arms, sore from the drones’ tight grips. Looking around, she noticed she was in the parking area beside a two-story building not far from the reactor. The long shadows cast by the setting sun did not impede her view enough to keep her from noticing everyone staring at her. Then she gasped at what she saw. Some in the ring of people appeared half-human and half-alien, standing proper and still with hands clasped in front of their long white robes. The ones that were human were smiling and talking among themselves, like construction workers ready to begin catcalls. Then spotlights clicked on. She covered her eyes from their blinding glare. She felt like a cornered rabbit, not sure whether to run or stay put.
Jack opened his eyes, for a moment, he forgot where he was. When the fresh fragrance of lavender wafted into his nostrils, he smiled. He was waking up in Sarah’s bed. Looking around the room, past the sheer fabric draped over the canopy of the bed, he wondered what she thought, planned and wished. He rolled over and wondered what it would be like to have her there in bed beside him.