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Repurposed Interval 21.15 (4 of 4)
Interval 21.15 (4 of 4)
There was a bit of a lull, interrupted by burbling from the liquid-filled container that the scientist had recently exited. Also broken by the suited man’s breathing, then more pleasantly by Melissa’s distracted hum as she collected papers and arranged them on her clipboard. It was an odd tune, something Gordon probably would regret asking about.
But something still nagged at him. It wasn’t really the fact that his ‘history lesson’ had kind of been derailed, either. Though he knew he could – and probably should – be asking random questions about where they were, who everyone was, and the like, Gordon instead turned to the pair and said, “what about that other person? Where are they?” He’d trusted his gut, he had asked something important.
Both Melissa and kallah-vahh shot confused glances at one another. Melissa mentally asked whether Wilson had been there – was promptly told no, not rec
Repurposed Interval 21.15 (3 of 4)
Interval 21.15 (3 of 4)
“Well...” she began, got Gordon’s attention back with a flick of her hair from her fingers, “it’s true that the Vortigaunts did come here, but by the time you’d been to Xen they didn’t have much choice. The Resonance Cascade as well as other factors started poking holes in the barrier. They weren’t the only things coming through them, either.”
Gordon, still half-upright, nodded as he said, “I remember, there were other things... dogs, whatever those spitty-lizards with the tentacle heads were? They were on Xen too.”
“Yes, and other creatures from more distant worlds came too, after the disaster. Over time, let’s just say the ripples kept spreading.” Melissa offered Gordon several images, things that she’d heard shared around camp fires by rescued Outlanders. Looters in supermarkets who didn’t make it past the headcrab aisle. Packs of houndeyes that even now roa
Repurposed Interval 21.15 (2 of 4)
Interval 21.15 (2 of 4)
He realized he was buck naked about ten seconds after being set onto the counter, with his fingers scratching bare skin, and would have panicked but for the soft smile seen on the woman’s face from behind a pair of boxer shorts held loosely in her fingers. “Sorry, playing dress-up dolls is apparently not one of kallah-vahh’s hobbies,” she said, as she herself moved the shorts over his legs, “and I doubt you’re strong enough to get dressed yet anyway.” His eyes bugged a bit; it had been a long, long time since he’d been dressed by someone else. Like, his mother. But this girl was not his mother by any distant stretch of the imagination. His imagination leapt around in a sorry attempt to think of anything other than how near she was. Where had his clothing gone? Where had the HEV suit gone?! Well, Melissa here wasn’t stopping to worry about any of that. If she noticed how that line of thoug
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