Tundra of Terror by S.T. Hoover

Author:S.T. Hoover [Hoover, S.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-12-31T00:00:00+00:00

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“The presentation went well. Better than expected, actually,” Alabaster assured them. “I’ll be back in a day or two. Mars is still holding out a little, but she’s liking what she sees. Yes, I’ll tell her. See you in a couple days.”

With that, Alabaster hung up the phone.

With one tap on the spacebar, the computer before him came to life once more. Night vision cameras around the facility were starting to activate. Last he’d checked, just before the call, Mars, Drake, and Mars’s husband Cameron had escaped the building just before it collapsed. Her methods were questionable—if they had been her methods, in any case—but they’d done the job.

The last thing he’d seen before the phone rang was her hitting Drake across the face.

Rage was fueling her now, and rage would continue to do so until her final moments on this earth. At least, her final moments she would ever be aware of.

A knock on the door echoed throughout his small, concrete office. He already hated it down here. He wanted to be back up on ground level, but given the situation and the risk of still being found, there was no way he could justify it until the cloned investors were back with their families. Besides, he’d waited out COVID down here; he could stand an additional day or two.

Alabaster stood up. “Come in.”

In limped Junior, tightly grasping Ichigo’s hand.

Alabaster blinked. They saved Junior? He hadn't been told. But then again, he’d asked for no interruptions.

“Daddy’s hurt!” Ichigo said. “And I don't know where Golden and Isaac are! Daddy said I could find you here, Grandpa. What can we do?”

Alabaster smiled. Always straight to the point, this one.

“I didn't know what else to do,” Junior admitted.

Alabaster held back a grimace. Memory had always been one of the most difficult things to replicate in the clones, let alone the instincts and skills of parenthood. After all, how could they function as parents when they were little more than children themselves?

Alabaster picked up his phone and dialed two numbers.

Facility emergency services answered. “Yes?” a tired voice asked.

“My son needs to be looked at. Get someone down here with a stretcher and take him to medical.”

He hung up.

Within minutes, a medical crew had come to look at Junior. They took him into the hall to work while Ichigo and Alabaster retreated into his office.

Alabaster closed the door, preventing the medical team from needlessly overhearing sensitive information. Everyone down here knew his tricks, but not everyone needed to know how he used them.

“Go have a seat in my chair,” Alabaster told her.

She did.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Alabaster couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his young granddaughter sitting in his oversized office chair, trying to look professional like she was the one who worked down here.

Now, back to business. Alabaster took a seat in the left-hand guest chair. He didn't know what she’d seen that she shouldn't have. No one had bothered to debrief him yet, but then again, he’d just gotten back to his office after escaping the main building.

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