Caelum Lex Chapter 52: Homecoming
With widened, bloodshot eyes, Cyrus watched as the buildings and lights of Paradiex sped past the train window. His heart was still banging against his ribs after their mad dash through the city streets. Horribly, the Beacon was twenty minutes away, but they'd escaped the HQ; they'd made it as far as the city transit.
And they had Dez to thank for that.
Rifle in hand, Dez had led them out of the HQ, barking orders to turn left, turn right, down that alley. With Fiearius' arms thrown over their shoulders, Cyrus and Leta had followed, crossing breathlessly through the city to the temporary safety of the PIT train. Shockingly, no one had questioned them along the way nor even spared a passing glance. Apparently the librera Dez wore engraved into his arm was a powerful detractor.
Now, Dez stood at the doors, regarding the transit map thoughtfully as if leading escaped convicts was as routine as taking a lunch break. At Cyrus' side, Leta looked tense enough to spring up at any mome
Caelum Lex Chapter 51: Saving Fiearius
Only tense silence filled the bridge as the Beacon began its landing sequence to Satieri. Finn was seated at the main navigation console, putting his military-pilot skills to use as he quickly operated the controls, muttering madly to himself. Behind him, Corra paced the floor, throwing anxious glances in his direction. Meanwhile, Cyrus simply sat in a chair, his eyes on the main window.
At last, a jagged skyline crept into view, as the capital of Paradiex unfolded before their eyes. It was a fast-paced, overpopulated city in the heart of a hot sandy desert, known as the leader in technological advancement and, of course, the proud founding place of the Society. The scenery was so eerily familiar, it was like he'd never left at all.
For the first time in four years, Cyrus had made it home.
Well, unless his plan hadn't worked. They'd spent the last three days on the Beacon, with the Dionysian parked safely in her hangar. Cyrus had disguised the Beacon, overwriting the ship's ID to hide
Caelum Lex Chapter 50: Defeat
All at once, Society agents flooded the hallway, grasped Leta by both arms and dragged her into their fold. Dez strode ahead of them, swinging his sword at his side with an air of utmost casualness. Beside her, agents seized Cyrus and Ren too, and Leta's mind raced with one thought: please don't let us be separated, please don't separate us, please don't ...
For better or worse, all three of them were marched down the long hallways and through the same metal black door marked TEMPORARY CONTAINMENT UNIT. Inside, the walls were sterile and cold, the pure-white floor filled with chairs and metal benches. With a jolt of her heart, Leta saw one of the chairs was occupied.
But he looked nothing like the Fiearius she knew. His back slumped in the seat, held upright only because his wrists were bound to the chair. His empty gaze was set across the room, unblinking. Worst of all was the shining blood. The lower part of his legs splayed uselessly, drenched in red. A blade had cu
Caelum Lex Chapter 49: Finding Ren
Whatever distraction Fiearius was pulling in the hangar, it seemed to be working: this long sterile hallway was empty of armed Society agents as Leta sprinted after Cyrus, her heart pounding in her chest. They were so close to Ren's cell that she could barely breathe.
The interrogation bay was one deck below, a half-set of metal stairs that ducked downward. Leta's feet swallowed the steps two by two, her gun gripped tightly in hand. Down here, the hallways were swept with silence. This bay was clearly set apart from the rest, as if they were underground, beneath the ship, held away.
For the worst detainees.
402 … 403 ... Icy sweat touched the back of her neck as she ran. On either side of them now were not just walls, but glass windows; they allowed for fleeting glimpses into the interiors of square, singular cells, but it was the numbers on the walls that earned Leta's attention. The numbers counted up, and her eyes flew over them eagerly. All the while, she bore the half-craze