I pressed the phone a bit tighter
to my ear and lowered my voice. “So it's a clone?"
"No,” Yaz breathed, “the resemblance to Vampires and Werewolves is only cosmetic. They may look, act, and have all of the organs of other Inhumans, but they are still Maryut. They aren't clones, and the exoskeleton structure isn't a mutation." That could explain the mistakes they're making. They are just acting like the operatives they're
replacing.“Thanks, Yaz."
"You're welcome,” Yaz replied.
Snapping the phone closed, I slipped it back into my pocket. I leaned back into the seat and tried to process all the information I had just been handed. "Well?” Toby asked impatiently. “What did he say?" A purple glow caught my attention. Looking down at the Werewolf's t-shirt, I could see his amulet glowing behind it. I glanced down at my own amulet shining around my throat. Another Seeker had activated theirs meaning they needed help. Throwing open the door, I jumped out. Toby, seeing my haste and his amulet shimmering, did the same. "I'm not done!” Karl shouted in embarrassment as he tried to move further around the car to hide. "No time,” I barked.
Toby peeled off his shirt and shoes and threw his head back. When he balled his fists, I saw his rib cage snap and begin to contort beneath his flesh. Grunting, he dropped down to his knees and hunched over. He was changing.
With no need to wait, I ran out of the alley and skittered around a corner. I could feel the amulet around my neck pulling me toward its source, feeding me directions. All Seekers wore a similar mystically-endowed amulet. When invoked by crushing the purple stone in the center, the signal webbed out and activated every Seeker's amulet in a diameter of roughly three kilometers. The brighter the amulet glowed, the closer you were. Pumping my legs hard, I pushed my body as fast as I could. Hitting the side of the building, I spun and pressed my back to the wall. Constructed of concrete and steel, this seemed to be one of the more sturdy warehouses in the industrial district. I drew my weapon and the tracking PDA. Thumbing the power switch, I moved slowly along the wall while staring at the screen. The Sprite's red dot was holding steady inside. The whispers from my amulet were drawing me to the same general area. I clicked off the safety on my Beretta. I watched a dark flash of teeth, claws, and fur whip across the street, up the side of the building, and disappear onto the roof. Apparently Toby was taking the direct approach. I had to get inside. Coming around the corner, I spotted an empty loading dock. Pushing the PDA into my back pocket, I used both hands to cradle my pistol. I moved lightly, almost silently, up the stairs to the rectangular block of concrete that stretched out before the large loading doors. Pools of dark chemicals sat in front of the dock, glimmering in the morning light. I could smell the acrid bite of oil and transmission fluid. This dock had been used recently. This warehouse was still in use. Moving past the heavy metal doors, I saw a regular entrance on the far side of the dock. Glancing quickly through the reinforced window, I couldn't see anything but boxes and wooden crates. Laying my
"No,” Yaz breathed, “the resemblance to Vampires and Werewolves is only cosmetic. They may look, act, and have all of the organs of other Inhumans, but they are still Maryut. They aren't clones, and the exoskeleton structure isn't a mutation." That could explain the mistakes they're making. They are just acting like the operatives they're
replacing.“Thanks, Yaz."
"You're welcome,” Yaz replied.
Snapping the phone closed, I slipped it back into my pocket. I leaned back into the seat and tried to process all the information I had just been handed. "Well?” Toby asked impatiently. “What did he say?" A purple glow caught my attention. Looking down at the Werewolf's t-shirt, I could see his amulet glowing behind it. I glanced down at my own amulet shining around my throat. Another Seeker had activated theirs meaning they needed help. Throwing open the door, I jumped out. Toby, seeing my haste and his amulet shimmering, did the same. "I'm not done!” Karl shouted in embarrassment as he tried to move further around the car to hide. "No time,” I barked.
Toby peeled off his shirt and shoes and threw his head back. When he balled his fists, I saw his rib cage snap and begin to contort beneath his flesh. Grunting, he dropped down to his knees and hunched over. He was changing.
With no need to wait, I ran out of the alley and skittered around a corner. I could feel the amulet around my neck pulling me toward its source, feeding me directions. All Seekers wore a similar mystically-endowed amulet. When invoked by crushing the purple stone in the center, the signal webbed out and activated every Seeker's amulet in a diameter of roughly three kilometers. The brighter the amulet glowed, the closer you were. Pumping my legs hard, I pushed my body as fast as I could. Hitting the side of the building, I spun and pressed my back to the wall. Constructed of concrete and steel, this seemed to be one of the more sturdy warehouses in the industrial district. I drew my weapon and the tracking PDA. Thumbing the power switch, I moved slowly along the wall while staring at the screen. The Sprite's red dot was holding steady inside. The whispers from my amulet were drawing me to the same general area. I clicked off the safety on my Beretta. I watched a dark flash of teeth, claws, and fur whip across the street, up the side of the building, and disappear onto the roof. Apparently Toby was taking the direct approach. I had to get inside. Coming around the corner, I spotted an empty loading dock. Pushing the PDA into my back pocket, I used both hands to cradle my pistol. I moved lightly, almost silently, up the stairs to the rectangular block of concrete that stretched out before the large loading doors. Pools of dark chemicals sat in front of the dock, glimmering in the morning light. I could smell the acrid bite of oil and transmission fluid. This dock had been used recently. This warehouse was still in use. Moving past the heavy metal doors, I saw a regular entrance on the far side of the dock. Glancing quickly through the reinforced window, I couldn't see anything but boxes and wooden crates. Laying my