Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Collected Works
- ANGELBOUND
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- 6
- 7
- 8
- 9
- 10
- 11
- 12
- 13
- 14
- 15
- 16
- 17
- 18
- 19
- 20
- 21
- 22
- 23
- 24
- 25
- 26
- 27
- 28
- SCALA Description
- Also By Christina Bauer
- SCALA
- LINCOLN
- OFFSPRING
- FAIRY TALES OF THE MAGICORUM
- DIMENSION DRIFT
- BEHOLDER
- PIXIELAND DIARIES
- Sample Chapter - SCALA
- Appendix
- If You Enjoyed This Book…
- Acknowledgments
- About Christina Bauer
- Complimentary Book
I bite my lower lip, thinking. “Armageddon smells Scala power. As long as he doesn’t see me, he’ll think the Scala’s nearby. It should work.”
Lincoln smiles. “It’s genius.” He bows slightly to my mother. “Excellent addition to our little operation.”
“Thank you.” Mom’s voice is level; she’s in Senator mode now. “We’ll say we knew of his plan and have prepared for a counter-attack.” My stomach goes all goopy with pride. It’s so freaking cool to see Senator Lewis live and in action.
Mom points to a spot along the back of the room. “There’s a secret exit behind those shelves. It opens to the great dune behind the rock wall. We’ve checked the periscope. Armageddon’s troops are deployed on the low sands in front of the wall. If you stay behind the dune, you’ll be hidden.”
I picture Mom, Cissy, and Zeke facing Armageddon. My mouth droops into a frown. “I don’t know Mom, that’s too dangerous for you guys.”
Zeke shrugs. “It’s a lot less dangerous than sending you out there alone.”
Lincoln nods. “He’s right.”
I scratch my neck, trying to think of every contingency. This is all going so fast, we’re bound to leave a stone or two unturned. My gaze lands on the four ghouls seated across from me. Those four blockheads certainly need some extra consideration. “And what about leaving the Oligarchy here. You know, by themselves?” I don’t trust them alone for five seconds.
Verus takes to her feet. “Levi and I will remain in the bunker with WRD-7 to ensure the Oligarchy finalize the treaty and–” She takes a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. “Maintain their focus.”
The Oligarchy turn to face Verus. “We shall never waver.”
In a miracle of self-restraint, I stop my eye roll before it starts. Sure, you guys would never waver.
Lincoln gives my hand another squeeze. “What do you say? Do we have a plan?”
I scan the faces in the room, everyone appears set and focused. Closing my eyes, I take a quick internal inventory. I’m jacked up on nervous energy, but that’s typical before a fight, comforting even. “Yeah, let’s get rolling.”
Mom heads to the bunker’s exit with Cissy and Zeke behind her. Meanwhile, Lincoln and I explore the shelves along the back wall. It doesn’t take us long to find the panel that Mom told us about. With a light shove, the shelves easily slide away, revealing a low and dark tunnel in the concrete wall.
Here we go.