‘This call was made in London minutes ago. It’s loaded with keywords. I’ve never heard anything like it.’
‘Play,’ said Holly clearly, using voice command. A vertical line cursor began scrolling across the sound wave.
‘People,’ said a voice, hazy with distortion. ‘LEP, magic, Haven, shuttle ports, sprites, B’wa Kell, trolls, time-stop, Recon, Atlantis.’
‘That’s it?’
‘That’s not enough? Whoever made that call could be writing our biography.’
"...hey now," the figure spoke. "Aren't you guys going a bit overboard with the magecraft
here?" As if that was some trouble for her, the woman smiled.
Just as her hair, Svin got the clear image of a vivid scarlet from the woman's scent. For
some reason, though, he felt like he should never say that out loud.
Omar exchanged greetings with the village folk and began speaking to them so rapidly that Lara, whose knowledge of local Sudanese dialects was far more limited than her Arabic and more than a bit rusty, couldn’t follow the gist of the conversation. At one point, hearing her name mentioned and seeing the eyes of the villagers dart toward her in curiosity, she nodded deeply but said nothing. Finally, Omar turned to her.
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Now the shorter escort had its bladed pistol out. As the creature took aim at Avery, he hugged Jilan tight—shielded her smaller bo- dy with his own. He had a moment to second-guess Ponder's pronouncement that they had trained the recruits well that they were ready for the split-second, life-or-death decisions combat demanded—when he heard the high-pitched triple-crack of Jenkins' BR55.
The shorter escort howled in surprise as a burst pinged off its helmet, snapping its large head back. Then all Avery could hear was the snap of bullets overhead as the twenty-four bravo recruits opened fire, full automatic. Peppered with multiple shots, the shorter escort took a shaky step backward. It jerked left and right as if fighting off an invisible swarm of bees.
Then its energy shields collapsed with a flash and a loud pop, and its armor began venting cyan smoke and sparks as dozens more MA5 rounds slammed into its unprotected plates. Now it was the aliens' turn to protect their own. The leader lunged toward its shorter escort, turning its back toward the greenhouse.
