Revolution: Book Three of the Secret World Chronicle by Mercedes Lackey

Author:Mercedes Lackey [Lackey, Mercedes]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Science Fiction, General, Action & Adventure, Alternative History
ISBN: 9781451639322
Google: 3Dx-mQEACAAJ
Amazon: 1451639325
Publisher: Baen
Published: 2014-01-07T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

Leap into the Wind

MERCEDES LACKEY AND DENNIS LEE

There was something odd going on with the later generations of metas, and this one in particular. We had combined powers. We had powers that improved with time and practice and honing them. And we had powers no one could categorize. None of this had ever happened with the first generation, and nothing like this had happened with the speed and chaos of this one.

Bella was about to find out just how strange things were getting.

* * *

The knock at her door was expected, but Bella double-checked the little video monitor Vickie had installed for her to be sure of who it was out there. It hadn’t taken much persuasion to get the camera installed after the first time she’d looked out of the regular peephole into the muzzle of one of Vickie’s Glocks—and that had been before Verdigris had murdered Tesla. Having an extremely paranoid neighbor/patient was not such a bad thing.

It was, as anticipated, Bulwark. But she used the intercom anyway. “Sushi’s here.”

“You promised me spaghetti,” the big man rumbled with amusement. That was the right answer. Relieved that it was him and not Doppelgaenger, she let him in and locked the door behind him.

“Clean?” he asked in an undertone. She nodded.

“And Vickie’s glass thingy is running,” she added. Vickie had demonstrated how one of the most common bugs didn’t rely on having a physical bug present at all; it was tech that picked up voices from the vibration of the glass in your windows, from as far away as a mile. Vickie solved that with tiny speakers attached to each pane, playing whatever you had on your stereo directly into the glass. That pretty effectively scrambled what people were saying inside a room without raising suspicion. If anyone was listening tonight, they’d be treated to the full Ring cycle. “Oh, Vix wants to see you after this. She wants you wired with the improved Overwatch. That way we won’t have to play question and answer anymore.” She wrinkled her nose. “Some magic hoodoo about how because she tuned it with a sample of you that she got before DG infilled, if it takes, she knows it’s you for sure. She’ll tell you all about it.”

Gairdner lowered himself down to the couch with a sigh. He was actually skirting the edge of visible emotion . . . which was close to being out of character for him. Then again, he’d just come back from the brink of death, so perhaps a few lapses in his iron control could be forgiven. “No scolding, please, Bella,” he said. “Trust me, Victrix has already delivered everything you could want, and more. In . . . I think Djinni counted three Eastern European languages. Maybe four.”

Bella raised an eyebrow. “You must have really popped her cork. She only swears in the Slavics when she’s so mad only cussing like a dockside whore will relieve the pressure. Lie down, please.”

Gairdner did so. The oversized microsuede couch was just barely long enough for him.

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