Snowden’s heart as he paused. He staggered over to the wall and knelt down with a hand on his chest.
“Uncle Albert!” said Emily. She rushed over to him and helped him sit on the bench.
Evaran scanned Dr. Snowden. “You need to calm down. Your body is stressing itself. This is not normal.”
“Ahh … can’t even handle a simple disagreement. If you’re representative of humans from wherever you are, then it’s definitely a sad day,” said Sheel with a smirk.
Dr. Snowden lunged at the shield.
Evaran caught Dr. Snowden and sat him down. “You need to relax. Sheel is not worth the effort … or time.” He looked at Sheel. “He is just a middleman with no real power and personal issues he needs to work on.”
Sheel rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I came to facilitate the overlord’s hologram, and also to see what the great Evaran was like, and I leave confused. Why a protocol was designed for you, I’ll never understand. You can sit in that cell and waste away your last day pondering about what the overlord is going to do to you.” He tapped at a device on his belt, and the shield turned dark gray.
Evaran stroked his chin.
“Are you in pain?” asked Emily, staring at Dr. Snowden.
Dr. Snowden shook his head as his vision returned to normal. The pain had subsided and a tingling sensation shot out over him. After a moment, a chill swept across him and his breathing stabilized. “I was, but seems the nanobots have kicked in. Not sure what happened. One moment I was thinking why Sheel was doing what he was doing, the next I was dismembering him in my thoughts and everything went red.”
“Your reaction was unusual. I do not know if the nanobots are malfunctioning or if there is something else going on. We will need to investigate when we get back to the Torvatta,” said Evaran.
Dr. Snowden waved a hand at Evaran. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
“You’re not fine,” said Emily. “I’ve only seen you react like that twice.”
Evaran studied Emily for a moment. “An excellent observation. The draug and Seeros. Both life-and-death situations. However, this was not a life-and-death situation.”
Dr. Snowden rubbed his eyes. It felt like he had just gone several rounds with a boxer. “So … what now?”
“We wait. I need to think on this situation some,” said Evaran as he sat opposite Dr. Snowden and Emily.
Emily scooted over and tapped her arm as she smiled at Dr. Snowden. “Why don’t you take a nap.”
Dr. Snowden sighed as he laid his head against Emily’s arm. “Yes, ma’am.” His eyes began to drift closed as he wondered how they were going to get out of this.
John looked through the front window of his cruiser as it approached the Purifier space station. Sweat trickled down the side of his face as he focused on the readouts flying around the window.
“If you want some alone time with the window, just let me know,” said Hermes.
John eyed Hermes.
“Relax. We’ll do fine, like we always do.”
John shook his head. “Yeah … I know. Just had an update from Brills.” He tapped at a button on the console near Hermes. The ship-wide communication system crackled. “Everyone, come to the command deck. It’s almost go time.” He let up on the button.
Hermes pressed the button. “And lunch time. If you’re into that sort of thing.”
John chuckled. “You know, if you die, I’m going to miss your humor.”
“And if you die, where am I going to find someone brooding all the time?”
John snorted as he stepped down from the pilot area into the command area. Although Hermes ribbed him a lot, Hermes had proven to be a vital part of the team. His humor had defused many a situation. John’s hands flew across the table console as he studied the information Brills had sent. The rest of the crew filtered in over the next five minutes and assembled around the table. A holographic projection shot up, showing a layout of the segmented ring they were hovering outside.