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off in the opposite direction. He never saw the golden string of energy spring up in the hallway behind him and trip the security team headed his way to prevent his escape.
All Grai knew was he needed to get his people and get back to his family. The energy was thicker and stronger in the hallway, and Grai pulled in as much as he could and sent it out in a net to find his people.
Chapter Three
Countdown Clock to Human Discovery
22:00 Hours
This is a WSBC Channel 9 News exclusive update. Garfield County Sheriff Joe Scarborough just confirmed that a short, intense burst of rainfall in the Burnt Tree Ridge area has resulted in a landslide. Federal and local authorities are working together to evacuate the area. Thankfully, there have been no reports of injuries at this time. People are asked to avoid the area and follow the directions of the authorities to ensure the safe evacuation of everyone.
Experts with the US Geological Survey detected some seismic activity at the site and will work from the Adventure Caverns site tomorrow to determine if there was an earthquake or if the slide was caused strictly by rainfall.
Tricia held Tristan close as she watched the room they had just stood in slide down the mountain. Her back was killing her and reaching around she managed to yank a large rock out from under her before she lay back down on the ground.
She had taken several deep breaths when Tristan began pushing at her and fighting to get up, grunting angrily.
“I know, baby. Give mommy a second, please,” she said tiredly as she pushed herself to sit up and look around.
“Gibly, are you guys ok?” Tricia asked as she looked at the cats who were sitting there, staring at her.
Gibly, the largest of the felines, stepped forward and bowed.
“We are well and accounted for. Do not worry too much, he’ll get the hang of using the energy here soon,” the cat said a little shakily, hoping he was right.
Tricia looked around at the rubble surrounding them and shook her head.
“Tristan, honey . . .” she breathed out, wondering how to make him understand that he had to rein it in a bit.
Before she could think of anything, Tristan screamed and bucked against her until she let go of him. He crawled a few feet away, and his right hand began moving wildly in the air. Golden swirls of energy spun and grew to the size of a basketball before Tristan stood and slapped the golden ball against the tunnel wall.
Tricia and the cats watched as the large ball imprinted itself on the wall before breaking into dozens of smaller balls that raced down the tunnel ahead of them. She looked nervously at Gibly, wondering if that was some kind of charge Tristan was sending out and if they needed to run. Or something.
Gibly smiled and nodded his head.
“He go bring his daddy to us. We can go ahead now,” he said as he turned with a swish of his tail and led the way down the partially lit tunnel, followed by Tristan whose right hand was again manipulating golden energy strands.
Tricia leaned heavily on her arms and rocked herself to her hands and knees before standing. She grabbed her back with both hands and leaned back, groaning in pain.
Yeah, Grai owes me a month of backrubs after this , Tricia thought, as she patted her swollen belly before following Tristan and Gibly down the tunnel.
The walls and floor of the tunnel flashed on and off periodically as they went farther down the tunnel.
Looks like someone is having problems with the electricity , she thought, pretty sure that Tristan had caused it with his powerful blasts of energy.
Tricia saw another door in the distance and rushed forward to try and stop Tristan from blowing them up along with the door this time. The last few times had been pretty damn scary, and she wasn’t sure how much more her nerves could take.
She got to the bulkhead door and grabbed the wheel handle, right before her son got there.
“Wait!” Tricia said, trying to hold him off as he pushed and