Stef stared at Milla’s back, smiling as her HUD calculated the distances and angles between all of the freckles there. There was beauty to be had in a world that could be covered in tooltips at a thought. You always knew how warm it was outside, how far it was across your office, or how to perfectly turn your hand for the best high-five possible.
Or, you could use it to stare dozily at your lover, and come up with a set of measurements that served no other purpose than to colour her low-powered, dozy state. She loved the “low power” mode that she found herself slipping into when she was tired – it wasn’t the proper sleep that agents had, which was still a shallower form of sleep than she’d had a human, the low-powered state was simply a recognition by her software that there were no pressing needs, nothing taxing her processes, so dialled down accordingly. It was as refreshing as a nap, with the added bonus of consciousness.
Lover. You thought “lover” without freaking out.
The Hyde lobby was very different to the Brisbane lobby – smaller for a start, with the desk off to the right, and the elevators off to the left, instead of a central desk and elevators to the right.
There was also no secretary.
Her HUD clock disappeared for a moment, then reappeared, showing 11:27pm.
Time zones, genius.
Tian followed the agent’s scent out of Madchester and up into Manchester, across the park and to a pub. He pushed open the door – not seeing the agent that had invaded the court, just a local and a recruit holding a conversation with a dartboard whilst munching on chips.
‘I don’t serve goblins in here!’ the barman called. ‘Go drink out of a feckin’ trough!’
He ignored the barman and turned to the local agent. ‘Where’d he go?’ Continue reading “28 – Duty”
‘You’ve never been here, have you?’ the hob asked as he casually swiped a hurricane lamp from a passing howler. ‘For an angel, you’ve got very little fae-stink on you.’
Ryan said nothing.
‘Did I hear you ask for four guards? Who you worried for?’
‘It’s for peace of mind,’ he said. It was a nice neutral answer that didn’t really answer the fae’s question, but he wasn’t there to answer questions, he was there to get answers. Continue reading “26 – Bridge Room”
Ryan looked up from the paperwork he was desperately trying to ignore. Paperwork he was doing in his real office for once – as much as he needed to avoid Emma, he needed to maintain some semblance of a normal routine. ‘Come,’ he said to whoever had knocked. The handle twisted and an agent, followed by a nervous recruit, walked into his office.
‘Williams,’ the agent said, ‘from Hyde.’ Continue reading “24 – The Mad”