And onward they go! I hope they make it in time!
[Cordelia]There isn't much to see or do in Bakersfield. This isn't a town I'd go out of my way to see. Lined on either side with factory farms and large fields, the growing town has a constant smell of dying animals and manure.It's the perfect place to hide something or someone you don't want anyone else to notice. The address took me to a shopping center across the street from a large office complex. The air is dry and dusty, the wind doing nothing to cool the late afternoon heat. The smoggy haze in the distance makes the blue sky look a dingy brownish gray, darkened by the pollution from nearby LA. But soon I'll have Jasper in my arms and it will be worth it. All of this struggle will finally be worth all the pain. Atlas should be here any moment. Theo borrowed someone else's phone to text me on her phone that Atlas and Clark were on their way in a beat-up car from the 1980s.That's what I was expecting to see pull up into the parking lot. Not a semi-truck with a chicken on the
[Jude]I've been prepared for this day for weeks now. It was waiting to see how far Magnus would take things before she was pushed hard enough to seek the truth. Cordy is a smart woman. I knew she would eventually figure out how to draw Magnus out and force him to show his hand. I only wish it had been a little sooner. Even with treatment, Jasper isn't doing well. "Hey there, little guy," I gently lift him from his crib. He's sleeping, but these days he's almost always sleeping, his lungs are too weak to allow him to do much more. "I'm going to take you to your mommy now."Scooping him up, I place a set of infant-sized sound-canceling headphones on his tiny ears and swaddle him carefully into the baby carrier on my back. He's getting too big for this carrier. Even with his weak lungs, he's been gaining weight. In my right pocket, I place several vials of his current medication. In my left pocket, a detonator for a device I put together from lab equipment. It will create a spark in
[Cordelia]Falling hard onto my knees, I watch in stunned silence as all of my hopes for the future are dashed beyond any hope of recovery. Jude and Jasper were supposed to be by our side before the building was destroyed. Henri and Sydney were supposed to be in police custody and not at the bottom of a pile of rubble. And across the rubble, staring at us all is a face I'll never forget. Magnus. With a tip of his hat, he gets back in his car as a slim blonde moves to give him room in the back seat.Sydney. "Clark, pull in the drones. It's too late. Magnus knows," I point to the black sedan driving away. "Wait a minute," Clark follows the car with a drone as he looks through a visual display. "Almost got it. Yes!"Just as he takes his photo, the drone, and all the others, fall to the ground. Clark pulls off his glasses and curses. "Damn EMP. He just shorted all the electromagnetic pulses within a mile radius.""So our phones won't work either," I moan. "Do you think Jude and Jasp
[Cordelia]"Jasper," my voice catches as I place a hand on his tiny chest, praying for it to move, just once. "Baby, Mama's here."I pull him out of the carrier and place him in my arms as Jude checks for his breathing. "He's still with us, his breathing is just very shallow," he informs us as he pulls out a syringe. "This is just a bit of adrenaline. It will help. It's part of his treatment. Once he's more responsive I'll give him the medicine I developed, but we need to get him to a hospital quickly. ""Preferably under a different name," Atlas adds looking around anxiously. "And not here."My chest hurts as we all pile into the back of the chicken truck. Every bump and lurch as we travel down the highway hits me like a bomb. My life exploded in front of me again and a part of my soul died. Even though Jasper is not dead, I might never fully recover from the shock of believing he was gone. Even holding him now, smelling his hair, isn't enough to calm my nerves. When we arrived at th
[Jude]Jasper Steele, even with my interventions, is weaker than he should be, so I tested his blood. His white blood count is abysmally low, even with all of the infusions and immune boosters. He is no longer responding well to this therapy. Something needs to be done, and soon. Thankfully, the Jaxon and Susanna Steele were innovators in their field. Having access to Susanna Steele's notes is like taking a doctorate-level course on genetics. She was brilliant, and looking at her photos around the office, extremely beautiful. The face and smile of a model framed with blonde hair that cascades down her shoulders in gentle waves. There is something familiar about her eyes. They are a dark, piercing blue bordering on black that reminds me of someone. Setting her photo back on her desk, I repress a shiver as I rotate the frame to face the wall away from me. She has an unusual office. I'd expect the geneticist to have a clean, orderly space, but hers is cluttered and dusty. She has a r
[Cordelia]Jude's words pierce me like an arrow to my gut. "There is no cure," he explains his voice booming through the room as the three of us listen on speakerphone. "Or at least not a simple one. From what I'm reading here, it is a series of treatments. It has a very high success rate and is the closest to a cure that anyone has come to so far for your son's very rare type of illness."My words catch in my throat. I want to question how this can be possible after so much struggle and pain."I've synthesized the first treatment," Jude continues, "the serum from the notes you found, but it wasn't the miracle you were hoping for. I'm sorry." He then tells us about the clues. "I'll be sending her video to you. I wish you could just come to the lab and see it yourself. Your mother had a unique mind. I think it'll take the sons of Susanna Steele to figure out what she's had been trying to communicate," he admits. "She's far too clever for me to figure this out on my own, and she must
[Atlas]If I hadn't received Cordelia's message, I would have rushed out to be by her side when I heard her open the door and scream at the press about what had happened to our son. But then I saw that she was doing it for us. That she did it for us. Clark and I took the back way out. Walking as quickly as we could, we didn't look back as we headed to his parked car several blocks away, out of the view of the press or any other prying eyes. Quietly, we ducked into his car and drove away, headed to the other side of the city to Steele Labs which is nestled in the hills just beyond the city. When we arrived, Jude was waiting for us. Even though he is the only person I know capable of helping my son, my fists itch with the desire to punch his teeth down his throat for all the pain he caused my wife. "Jude," I grunted as we passed through the doors. "Where is my son?"He guides us through the lab to a small infirmary that he set up with Jasper in the center of a bed far too large for
[Cordelia]I only had to lie there and pretend to pass out for about 10 minutes before I was swept away by an ambulance. The press was so busy watching me scooped off the ground that they didn't notice Clark and Atlas leaving out the back door. Mission accomplished. Unfortunately, now that the hospital has me in their grasp, they have no plans of letting me go. "Based on your medical history, Mrs. Steele, we are requiring you to stay overnight," the nurse relayed the doctor's message as she inserted an IV I did not need into an arm that did not want to receive it. "I'm perfectly capable of drinking water with my mouth," I inform her, wincing as the catheter finds it's way into my vein. "There is no need for you to hook up an IV.""Oh, this isn't for hydration, this is for your anemia." She grins and explains very slowly that when they did my blood panel, they discovered my iron levels were dangerously low. "Have you been eating regularly?""Of course," I huff. "I eat." She gives m
[Atlas]Delilah Fisher steps around the corner in a long, silver gown, her makeup flawless, and her smile large and welcoming.She looks so much like Angelica did when I first met her that my heart stutters. I love Cordelia with my entire being, and yet a part of me still reacts to the memory of the shining girl who captured my attention almost a decade ago. But this isn't Angelica. Delilah, while beautiful and poised, lacks the immaculate grace that Angelica exuded. Each of the sisters has a unique nature that shines through, despite having almost identical faces."Atlas Steele," her heels click in the silent room as she steps into the light. "Why is it so hard for you to believe your brother? Haven't you seen enough wonders in this world yet to understand that anything can be possible?""There's no such thing as mind control," I repeat. "Believing in psychic powers is for fools.""And you pride yourself on not being one," she smirks, amused. "But a true wise man would keep his mind
[Jude]Sydney. Now that she has me under her control, I'll never be free of her. When I came to save her, I was convinced she was pregnant with my child. She had sent a distress signal to me using our private channels letting me know of her pregnancy and it was enough to get me to betray the Steele family and derail their plans to find their cure. Using what I knew about Atlas' missing mother was just a distraction.My goal had always been to claim my son.But then I discovered that beyond all logic Angelica is still alive.I should have realized this was possible and known that Magnus wouldn't give up such a valuable tool so easily. Angelica had been Magnus' toy for years before she was sent into my world. I knew he had modified her, and turned her into the perfect weapon, but I had no idea how deep those modifications went until I saw her face staring at me on that magazine cover.She shouldn't have survived that explosion. And yet here she is, unscathed, awaiting a new uterus in
[Atlas]I twist my arm away from the guard in black. His face is blank as he reaches forward again. "Don't." My voice carries forward, and although it isn't loud, it holds a note of command that makes the armed guard pause."Sir," he blinks retracting his hand. "You are trespassing. I was ordered to take you into holding." My face remains still as my voice rings out again, "You will not touch us. You have no right." The guard swallows, taking a step back, my words hitting him with the force of a slap. "We will leave," I inform him. "You will report our apologies to your boss." He nods, accepting my command. "Atlas," Clark calls my attention to our situation. Blinking I snap awake, and pull my gaze from the guard. As soon as I blink, the guard stumbles backward shaking his head in confusion, as if my words and stare alone were enough to entrap him in some kind of trance. Around the edges of my vision, I see more guards headed in our direction. If we are going to make it out of h
[Atlas]Damn it, Cordelia!"Pick up, pick up, pick up," the phone rings but nobody replies. "This number is unavailable as dialed, please try again," the message on the other end informs me as my blood pressure rises and my hands shake.A moment ago I had been talking to my wife. And then the line was dead. I sent her to Canada to keep her and our children safe, and she chose to bring herself to Magnus' attention. Sending a quick message to the guards in charge of watching over my family, I stare at my screen waiting for word of their status. "Atlas, is there anything I can do to help?"Blinking away from the screen I look up at my brother as our rented van parks a few blocks away from the luau. Our driver informs us of our arrival and waits for further instructions."I'm sorry, Clark," I close my eyes, rubbing my temples. "You were saying something?""Is everything okay?" He tries again and I groan. "No." I groan honestly. "Or at least, I hope everything is fine. Lately, it seems
[Clark]The message "Tilly SOS" flicked across the screen three times before winking out, leaving my screen blank. I open my email that I keep under an alias on a secure server. There is a single message alerting me to new information available on my server. I've used this system when working with people who needed to keep their identities safe and their messages secret. The last time I needed it was working with Jude while he was still under Magnus' watch.Even though it has been months since I used it, my fingers remember the passcodes. Soon, I'll be on the server. Two emails are waiting for me, both are from Tilly's parents. In the first message, they inform me that they have landed and are settling in their new place. It is a secure facility, surrounded by several acres of land, disconnected from the distant towns and cities. The Madisons, sparing no expense, went to extra lengths to include copious additional security.They are, after all, securing their legacy. Tilly is their o
[Cordelia]There is a loud explosion just to the right of the airplane. "What was that," I lower the phone, turning it off as I gaze out the window to see what had caused the noise. "Nothing, Ma'am," the co-pilot says over his shoulder, "Just a little turbulence.""Turbulence?" I shout back as another boom resounds just outside the passenger's cabin as a curtain goes up between the pilots and the rest of the plane, blocking our view. "But we aren't even in the air yet!""Calm yourself, Mrs. Steele," Jake, the security guard, takes his phone from my numb hand. "Sit next to your children and trust your staff to get you out of here safely. We've got this, Mrs. Steele."He almost seemed offended in my lack of faith as he types into his phone what I'm guessing is a message to Atlas to calm his nerves and let him know we are alive. "But nobody is telling me what's happening," I grumble as I buckle in next to Jasper and the little girl I've decided to call Saphira until I learn her real na
[Atlas]"What do you mean gone," I barked into the phone, my hand clenching it tight enough to hear it crunch. These new smartphones seem to get flimsier with each model. I've broken 3 in the last 6 months from anger or nerves. I love my wife, but I'm pretty sure she's going to stress me into an early grave. "Your mother created a distraction, Sir," my lead guard, Jake, apologizes over the phone, not making excuses as much as stating facts. "Mrs. Suzanna Steele arrived late last night along with a young man she called Sasha. The next morning, while your mother and Ms. Devaroux kept me distracted searching for a false threat, your wife and this young man escaped."Cordelia has always been sneaky when she needs to be, and until this point, he had been very good at keeping her from falling into mischief. I wasn't expecting my mother to be part of the problem. At least now I know where she ran off to. Her room had been empty when I returned to the boat yesterday. "Are you sure it is m
[Clark]There are things that I need to keep secret from my brother, not because I do not trust him with my secrets, but because I do not want to burden him with them.Which is why I needed to get away. Without Tilly, there is no reason for me to stay on the boat."I'll meet you later, when it's time to go to the luau," I promise Atlas as I give him a hug and take my leave. I know that I could just stay at our family hotel, but I need to be somewhere else, somewhere that nobody recognizes me. And also, I want to ensure that what I am about to do is as untraceable as possible. "Mr. Janus," the man at the front desk smiles when I hand him a wad of cash in exchange for a key card. "Enjoy you stay. Please call down if you need anything."Adjusting my sunglasses, lower the bill of my baseball cap, grab my small bag, and make my way through the other guests milling around in the hotel lobby. Located along the beach it has a spectacular view of the the ocean.And the location of tonight's
[Jude]Opening the door, I push back the clinician waiting for Angelica to rise. The poor man looks lost, most likely expecting Angel to greet him and not a gruff guard in black."Excuse me," he calls out as I walk down the hall. I don't owe him any excuses or explanations. I'm her bodyguard. I can be seen coming and going from her room. Besides, I don't have time for niceties. I'm already late reporting to work. The guards all bunk together in a large room on the basement level. There are beds and a shared shower as well as a kitchen so that we don't disturb the rest of the house as we take care of our daily necessities. There weren't any free bunks when I arrived, so I sleep on a camping bed on the floor. As I march down there, the leader of the group raises his eyebrow. He can tell by the unused state of my sleeping area that I haven't been back to rest."Late night?" he questions me as I walk down the stairs, "Whoever she was, she better be worth it." He smirks. "Mr. Fisher will