The Accident
Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 23
Val was completely unfazed by two rescues. It was like we were expected ... all three of us. When we walked through the portal, she was waiting with restorative, three robes and a preheated healing chamber ... a warm Sam ... if you will.
“Hello. Timma, you’re first ... you’ve been there longer,” Val said, ushering the dust pile into the chamber room. We could hear Sam bitching about the dirt before Val shut the door.
“We’ll get to you next,” Val told Eloise. “Refreshments? Sparkling wine?”
Eloise melted, “The one thing I missed ... decent drink. I’d love a ‘32. Thanks.”
A stemmed crystal goblet brim-full of a bubbly light pink beverage appeared on the table.
“No gulping,” said the ceiling. “How about you, Dave?”
“Underage ... damnit.” I replied.
“Not on Crossroads,” he giggled.
“Wait ... Timma?” I asked Val.
“Timma Anthropologist.”
“That kid?”
“I’m Forty ... remember,” she said. “Timma has several monographs published. She’s famous ... and just turned nineteen. Seriously ... her rescue was a masterstroke.”
“It was a damned accident,” I said.
Well ... what do you know ... and a breeder. This should be fun.
Legal age on Crossroads ... hmmm ... that opened a multitude of paths ... ever one more destructive than the last.
“I believe I’ll stick with Restorative and water, please,” I was looking up. I was presented with a glass of water.
Timma was released and Eloise encapsulated. Let the games begin!
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