Page 33 of Seer Prophet

He pointed up with his hand.

Feeling the military-grade, mobile construct surrounding the infiltrators on the other side of the door, I nodded grimly, focusing back on the panel.

Once I’d merged my consciousness with that of the organic machine, I sent an impulse to the organic to close the door.

It complied without protest.

I flinched, watching in disbelief as the panel began to slide shut.

They must have put all the security measures on the outside.

Allie, what the hell did you just promise that thing?Revik joked.

Wouldn’t you like to know?

Giving me a sideways look, he grunted.

After watching you with Dulgar? No.

My adrenaline spiked as several remaining soldiers lunged towards the opening. Revik shoved them back with the telekinesis. He was still avoiding killing people, which I was more than good with, but I wished he’d get better at busting kneecaps.

You try it,he sent, smacking my light a little.Without ripping open an artery. Or tearing the leg clean off. Miss smarty pants.

I let out an involuntary laugh. Then I tensed.

A black-clad guard appeared in the opening right in front of Revik.

He aimed a handgun at Revik’s face.

The gun’s magazine exploded.

Yells and screams filled the stone and metal passageway.

Shrapnel burned the original soldier’s face and chest. It burned the arms and hands of two seers fighting with the door. Cursing, those same guards continued to grapple with the panel’s edge, scrabbling with black gloves on the outside.

They tried to stop it from closing, like I had done, when?

There was a hollow clang.

The semi-organic panel locked shut.

The last bullet echoed down the corridor.

We were left in silence.

I couldn’t even hear the physical alarms anymore. Glancing up and down the corridor, I didn’t see any other doors. Wherever we were, I hoped we could get out of here.

“Having second thoughts about this plan of yours, wife?” Revik asked humorously.

Giving a faint snort, I looked him over. “Not shot, then, husband?”

“Nope.”

Smiling, I clicked at him. “Does Balidor know where we are?”

“He should.” He tapped the old-fashioned watch.

We’d managed to equip it with an ancient GPS pulse, one that slipped past their sensors, which mostly looked for organics.

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