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  1. Ryan was pouring over maps of the Sahara, particularly the region known as the Eye of the Sahara, although its official name was the Richat Structure. The structure itself was fascinating a geological dome that defied the geological data, it wasn’t a volcano at least not at any time in the last two to three million years, it seems to have been surrounded by the sea at some point due to the vast deposits of salt clearly visible from ariel and satellite images. It is home to a vast number of archeological artifacts, mostly stone tools like those found at other sites used by Homo erectus. These artifacts range in age of 1.5 million years all the way to 1.75 million years. The oddity is the dispersal, the artifacts are usually found in tight groupings located around the entire circumference of the structures outside ring, except where the dry riverbed lay, that once let to the ocean. Fascinating, puzzling, and infuriating. His intercom buzzed, “Mr Hawke,” the voice of his assistant came through clear, “Miss Faire is here.” “Thank you, Sylvia, please send her in.” Ross had told them to be diligent and her advice to find some one who could see through walls might be useful had been a broad hint, there was a Nova calling himself Brightstorm, who seemed to be working for the government, or if not, at least he was based in Arlington Virginia and he was reported to have some sort of X-ray supervision. Rayan and Deezy figured Ross was hoping they would approach him and that she would have her a spy with out openly placing one on the team. Unfortunately they were at a loss, none of the Novas recruited so far by NovaStorm had any such power. Their last option was to see if Temple Faire, Davian Layton’s ward and apparently a powerful psion, who had managed to keep her existence a secret from well most everyone, until recently, if she could help them in anyway. So while Deezy was gathering gear Ryan had been waiting for the young lady. The door opened and Sylvia a tall slim attractive black woman showed Temple in, “Can I get either of you anything?” Temple looked at Sylvia and shook her head saying nothing. “No we’re fine Sylvia, thank you.” Ryan looked at the girl, no young woman, standing near the door. She had changed so much from the sullen, dirty haired, skittish teenager they had found nearly a year ago. She had been the victim of the storm, her family all killed, her entire town destroyed leaving her the only known survivor, the Gulf Coast of East Texas and western Louisiana turned into a burned waste land by a storm monster that had seemingly vanished. Today she was a different person, a High School senior, well dressed, and Powerful Psion. Ryan looked at her from across the room, she looked back at him, neither moved. Finally Ryan broke the silence, “Are you reading my mind?” “No,” Temple shook her head, ”did you want me to?”
  2. The wind rustled through the corn stalks and the hot sun above beat down on Deezy’s shoulders and uncovered head, sweat dripped from her brow and made her glasses slip down her nose. It was hot and dusty, and she was thirsty. What? Deezy stopped. What was she doing in a corn field? She turned around and around then stopped again, this wasn’t a corn field silly, these were soybeans. “Hey Deezy! Come over here I need you to look at this engine, It ain’t right.” The voice startled her, she spun again and the field was gone she was at her dads repair shop but it wasn’t her dad calling her it was Uncle Kevin. There he was in blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a denim shirt hair tousled but still stylish a bit of stubble on his cheeks and chin that the girls, the ones half his age that he preferred, seemed to find oh so sexy. Ewww! He was head and shoulders under the hood of a 1957 Ford F100 pickup truck that was red, black , and gray. It looked brand new. Deezy walked up and climbed up beside her uncle who glanced at her with his crazy grin, “Now what do you make of that?” She looked at the engine and tilted her head puzzled. It was her engine the one she had designed and had won her admission to MIT. She tilted her head the other way like a puppy that was confused. It was her engine, and it wasn’t. Things were the wrong size or seemed to be attached backwards but still it looked right. But it looked wrong. It looked both at the same time. “Dorothy Zane! Get away from there before you get your dress all ruined!” The shock of hearing her mothers voice, strong and powerful startled her awake. Deezy sat up in bed she was drenched in sweat the dream vivid in her mind. She glanced at the softly glowing clock face built flush into the bed frame extension by her head. 4:18 AM She did not even remember going to bed or falling asleep. But then last seventy-two hours had been taxing to say the least. 48Hrs ago… Deezy walked rapidly through the shining hallways, passing Novastorm associates and interns she barely acknowledged. Her mind was, like always, going a mile a minute, in her head she had already mapped out at least three ways to id Dominic, then she briefly wondered about the essence of the Hallways, what made them hallways and not corridors? She stopped at the door to her research lab and swiped her card as she blew toward the Breath Analyzer sensor. For really secure areas on Campus, they had Breath Identity Analyzers which were much more difficult to spoof than the more mundane retinal scanners that were once the pinnacle of security. The door recognized her and whooshed open sounding just like a door on the starship enterprise. That brought a smile to her face. The lab was a huge multi story affair housing just about every scientific apparatus that money could lease or buy. What hadn’t been available on the market Deezy built herself with what some termed her stormer magic. She paused just inside the door, breathed, and took it all in. The perfect chaotic bustle of machines and computer. And People. There was half a dozen handpicked assistants, scientists, and engineers, working on various projects throughout the lab. All of them were older than Deezy, all of them had multiple degrees, Deezy still had none. And each and everyone of them could call the title of doctor or professor, theirs. All except Deezy. But none of them were as smart as she was, none of them could do what she could do. None of them had been changed by the Storm Doctor Barry Bryant, thirty-eight, balding with glasses, stood a little over five and a half feet tall and looked like the epitome of geekdom. He even had a pocket protector and half dozen color coded pens in it. In any other lab in the US maybe the world, Barry would have been the smartest person. But not here. And that bugged him not one bit. In the parlance of today, Barry had a major crush on his boss. Barry grabbed a data tablet off the counter he was standing by when he saw Deezy come into the lab and made a beeline straight toward her. “Hey Deezy,” he said giving her a wave with the tablet, “With all the hush hush, I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”
  3. March 20th, 2020 The ocean was amazing. Emily had loved the water her entire life, but this was a communion with it she'd never imagined before. When she was under the waves she was stronger, faster, and more at ease than she'd ever been air-side. She wasn't Aquaman with the creatures of the sea at her disposal, but then again she also wasn't expected to rule over an underwater kingdom with politics that made Game of Thrones look cuddly. So when a mixed pod of dolphins and swordfish sharks approached her, she was understandably perplexed. The dolphins came forward first, swimming close enough around her to gently bump her with their noses; she got the distinct impression they were trying to make her comfortable. Next came the mako sharks, forming a loose sphere around her. The dolphins swam to one side of the sphere and gave off a series of excited clicks as the sharks began moving; it was clear Emily was to move with them. Other animals that drifted near them actually stopped and gave them room, like cars pulling over to the side of the road when fire trucks came blaring past them; they didn't flee as they normally would from such a large frenzy passing by. They swam faster than any shark should be able to, passing from the eastern coast of the United States where Emily had last been ashore deep into the equatorial region of the Pacific in a matter of hours that should have taken days. After a time the sharks split apart to drift in place around a submerged plateau rising from the ocean depths. The shelf bore a pristine coral reef, exploding in colors and vitality. Emily was herded by a single shark companion towards the center of the reef before that shark also took up sentry, floating in lazy circles just below the surface overhead. "Thank you." They weren't words - a jellyfish lacked the physical structures necessary to speak - but she felt the intent in her mind and knew it was directed at the both the sharks and her for making the journey. A singular immortal jellyfish floated up from the rich life teaming in the reef and made it's way to just in front of Stormer. For it's kind, it was enormous - nearly six inches from bell to tentacle tip. "I am Memory, Emily. What is known upon this world is known within me. As you and other walkers have become loud upon the world, it has been comforting to know that at least one of you has returned to the waters. It gives me hope that all will not end with you and your kin." The jellyfish bobbed closer and Emily could feel a sense of immeneness to it despite it's relatively tiny size compared to her. This was a creature of both power and timelessness. "Others of the loud walkers, Emily, they have changed that world to their whim. This alone is not enough to rouse my fear - their new waters are an interesting new current to the world. In their ignorance and carelessness however, they have uncovered an old truth of the world. Of you walkers. If they are not careful they will call back the living suns to our world's shores. I fear that even you new loud walkers will not be sufficient to protect our home from their return. They are powerful, proud, cruel creatures, Emily. They will destroy you and your kin if they see them as a threat. They will burn the entire world and spread it 'round our star if they deem it necessary. As they have done here once before." One small tentacle pointed back behind Emily. "Gather your kindred, Emily of the Waters. Go to the places they have uncovered, beneath the dry place walkers call the Sahara Desert, in the tunnels they made to fill their new sea. Look for the tunnels that are not theirs. You must find the buried places of the living suns; you must keep them from the unwary and the foolish. If you can, destroy their places completely - but be cautious. We do not know what safeguards they left in place. They were cruel even to one another and trusted no one. Learn and act, Emily. Before it is too late for us all."
  4. Monday, October 7th, 2019 Deezy landed in Seattle with a list in her hand. The helicopter wasn't hers, of course, it was Davian's. Having a loaded friend was handy, even if Deezy was well aware she was racking up a 'bill' to be assessed not in cash but in favorable terms later. That was fine. There would be pleeeeeeenty of money to go around. That was of secondary importance to her though. Useful as a means to an end, and also a good way to fill otherwise boring moments, but not the objective by itself. The first item on her list, a trip to the world-famous Starbucks HQ for a fresh cuppa joe. It was delicious. She treated Davian to one too, seeing his free chopper ride and raising him one. Checkmate. The second item...required Davian to get a company car. She was going to just rent one, but he insisted, and for this it actually did make a difference to roll up in a sleek, blingy roadster instead of a Honda Civic. Deezy had even gotten kinda dressed up, though her navy blue suit had already gotten rumpled. She seemed to have that effect on pretty much anything she put on. Instant rumple. It was fine though, she still looked about 1000% more professional than usual. The third item on her list: the horizon. Specifically, Horizon Delivery and Transportation. Davian had thought the move was rather odd until Deezy had let him in on something...at which point he was all in. And so it was that a black and silver Lexus prowled into the Horizon D&T parking lot and pulled into the Visitor Parking place nearest the main entrance. From within emerged two figures. A tallish man in a pressed black suit, and a young woman in a navy blue blazer and skirt, with red hair in a tight ponytail and librarian glasses propped on her nose. For Ryan, it might have taken a moment to recognize her as Deezy, from Quarantine. They headed into the lobby and went to the receptionist's desk. "Hi," Deezy said cheerfully. "Is Ryan busy?"
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