Cracks in Reality by Alex Siegel

Author:Alex Siegel
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2014-12-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Blake sighed with nervous boredom. He checked his watch. Where are they? he thought. The BPI should be here by now.

He looked over at four fifty-gallon drums full of explosive. Streaks of white and silver revealed a mediocre job of mixing the ammonium nitrate and aluminum, but he was still confident it would explode with the right prodding.

Gary Dean would provide the prodding. The leader of the White Guerrillas was standing near the drums with an assault rifle in his hands. His expensive leather coat made Blake feel underdressed.

Other members of his gang were still working on the green and yellow dairy truck. They had managed to assemble the remote control system, but it wasn't working. Nobody understood what was wrong, but they were happy to yell their opinions.

Blake looked at the door of the barn wistfully. It was a beautiful, sunny day outside, and a quiet stroll in the woods was exactly what he needed. Unfortunately, he would probably get his head shot off if he did that. He had to stay indoors for now and listen to Dean's idiots argue.

* * *

It's a nice day, Andrew thought. I hope it's not my last.

He, Charley, Dan, Tungsten, and the other three BPI agents were marching through the backwoods of West Virginia. Everybody wore blue body armor, helmets, and radio headsets. Blue sweat suits under the armor provided needed padding. The agents carried assault rifles, but the apprentices just had regular handguns.

The air was cold enough to turn Andrew's breath into fog, but he was glad for it. The vigorous exercise was heating up his body, and he was perspiring despite the cold. He really wanted to take off his bulky, stiff armor which was chaffing his armpits.

Dense forest covered the hilly landscape. Fortunately, the ground was relatively free of rocks and brush. The group merely had to find a path between the closely spaced trees.

Tungsten led the column, and Dan was right behind him. Andrew and Charley were safely in the middle.

"When I first heard about sorcery," Charley muttered, "I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I wanted magical powers."

"You have that," Andrew said. "There aren't many people in the world who can make a steel bar as soft as butter."

"But the price is so high. I'll be lucky if I make it to thirty with my mind and body in one piece. Tonya won't even talk about how many fights she has survived. And here we are, on a mission to kill a renegade. It's crazy."

"Something so powerful will always have strings attached."

"Some days, I wish I could walk away," Charley said. "My life was fine before I heard about sorcery. I had friends and activities. I wasn't stressed all the time. Did you know I wanted to be a mechanical engineer?"

"Really? I can definitely see you as an engineer."

"I suppose it's still an option. I can take all the classes. What do you want to be other than a sorcerer?"

Andrew considered the question. His long-term career plans had always been vague.

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