Tag: Agent Jones

Fragility – 08

Thursday Jones stood in the doorway of the workroom, watching Tamarai working through the evidence in this sim. Merlin sat on a large cushion, methodically working his way through a lollipop half the size of his head. Merlin knew he was there – he’d felt the boy’s mind touch his as soon as he’d come up to the floor. From… Read more →

Fragility – 07

Thursday Jones bled. He forced himself to flip onto his back, his legs protesting with another wave of nauseating pain. He planted his hands in the earthy floor and pulled himself back against the bloodstained table – there was no use in spending energy and processing power on keeping himself level, when bracing himself was relatively easy. T-shirt. Uniform pants.… Read more →

Fragility – 06

Thursday From the outside, the house looked perfect. A well-designed home, light brick with wood accents, and a cute little fence. The hedges were shaped, and flowers flourished in the gardens. Chimes that looked as new as the day they’d come out of the box hung from a hook near the door and lightly tinkled in the breeze. It looked… Read more →

Fragility – 05

Wednesday It took Merlin fifteen minutes to stop tensing in his arms. As he had always done and would always do, Jones held the child until the fear subsided to what they unfortunately had to accept as “normal” levels. A background radiation of fear. Something they couldn’t avoid; something that was only natural, with Merlin’s life. Read more →

Fragility – 04

Wednesday Tiny hands touched his right shoulder, and a small head rested on them. Jones looked up, unsurprised to see Merlin, goggles pushed up onto the top of his head, his expression one of exhaustion. ‘Going to get some sleep, sweetheart?’ Merlin nodded his head, then lifted his head and hands away from Jones’ shoulder. ‘I’m tired, Mumma. More than… Read more →

Chapter 17

November 21st The first thing Stef saw upon reintegrating was Jones smiling. She stood at the long metal bench, her hair held up by a purple hairclip that seemed to be projecting holographic flowers into her hair. She gave a happy sigh. Jonesy was so pretty when presenting as Andrea. Boy!Jonesy was pretty too, but always seemed like he was… Read more →

Fragility – 02

Tuesday The hour before and the hour after midnight were always the quietest in the tech department. Jones walked his usual late-night circuit around the floor, more of a habit than an actual need. An excuse to stretch his legs – to spend some time away from his lab and his desk, if not away from his work. All his… Read more →