Chapter 13

Selene

Abby had three shippers left when she moved. She had to enlist several pilots to fly her airforce from Lansing to Texas.

“Oh my god, Selene. The fuel...” she said, holding her purse in a deathgrip.

Oh, yes. The offer was too good to pass up. MSU had no idea about what they had and lost. The Army arrived looking for her. She wasn’t in her office ... so ... they tried at her home. There was a full blown kegger going on in the little park. Eva and the Caregivers were excellent ... and hunting Heroes. Who better than the Army ... well ... the Marines. Yup. Instant heros.

The next time she went to Crossroads ... ah ... a story in a story. Well ... let me tell you about it.

Ya see ... she couldn’t use a medical professional ... she’s perfect ... however ... the gynecologist who knows her best is in Bathurst, New South Wales ... and said physician knows Abby Austin is ‘missing-presumed dead’ and she ... the ... doc is in OZ ... two hemispheres away ... one west ... the other south.

Abby is nothing if not well trained ... and Myndee and Janna Li have instilled in her the need to have her ‘girly parts’ checked by the medical profession regularly. And because Sam, the Crossroads healing chamber, has performed ‘certain proceedures and made alterations to a very wounded lightning strike and explosion blasted young lady ... Abby conned me into leting her come along on my next support mission...

The Seven ... went as they will, and I needed the fifteen minutes away. Chaos has Six Flags over Texas beat all hollow for excitement.

Eva, the boss caretaker, does not like Seven ... neither singly nor assembled ... but Six is extremely heroic and they all have rings. The situation being what it was on Cassandra ... well...

So ... of a Saturday ... Seven said they craved a little adventure and did I want to go? Abby...

... ah yes ... her. Abby took the position as head ... it’s fairly amusing. She is not but looks younger than most STACKED high school sophomores ... did I mention she is perfect ... I did ... bears repeating. She is forever being hit on by most straight males and all the so inclined females. Those who take her classes are suitably embarrassed.

Abby

“Hi Sam.”

“Abby?”

“Time for my annual checkup. Do I need to make an appointment?”

“Get your cute butt in the pool, girl.”

“Ah ... my ultimate work. Here for a rescue?”

“I suppose I’ll have to go.”

“Pretty cheap checkup, if I do say so,” Sam commented, just before Abby’s lights went out.

When the lights came back, Sam said, “I do good work. What I want to know ... where have you been? The staff are going to have to use the chamber before they can go home.”

The Seven were right put out about it.