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