I was jolted awake by a sharp blow to the back of my head. I rubbed the spot, wincing at the sting, and groggily turned to see Sophia standing over me with a smirk on her face."You have a whole bed at your disposal, yet this is how you choose to spend your night?" she chided, arms crossed over her chest. "Honestly, I wonder why I bother."I rubbed my neck, muttering a grumbled response as I turned back to the invention I had been working on before I drifted off to sleep. "You bother because if you didn't, you wouldn't have this new toy to play with," I said, still feeling a bit groggy.Sophia approached the workbench and peered over my shoulder, studying the device I had been tinkering with. "What exactly is it supposed to be? A flying contraption of some sort?""It's not a flying contraption, Sophia," I responded, trying to hide my annoyance. "It's a quadcopter outfitted with a bit of tracking magic-tech. I call it magitech."Sophia raised an eyebrow. "Magitech? That's a new one.""
It hadn’t taken us long to get back to the Q-Park on Poland street. It was around 4 AM and the streets of London were completely empty, too late for people in the clubs and too early for people trying to make their way to work. I pulled the quadcopter out of the trunk of the car and looped the video feed screen and controller I had synced it up to around my neck. The drone was small, with four propellers and a compact camera attached to its underside. The Talisman was attached to the front side of the drone. It would act like a magnet, dragging the drone in the direction of the rogue Immateria after it caught onto the rogue Immateria’s signature.“You’re sure this thing is going to work, right?” Sophia asked, leaning against the side of my car. “As sure as I can be with an untested piece of technology, sure,” I replied. “There’s any number of things that could go wrong, but as far as I’m aware the science and magical theory are sound.” “Alright then, it’s worth a shot,” She shrugge
Sophia took the lead, her movements graceful yet deadly as she crept into the room where the rogue Immateria's lair lay hidden. The sharp tips of her taloned fingernails gleamed in the dim light, ready for any sort of attack or defense.I followed close behind, my wand clutched tightly in my hand, pulsing with the knowledge of the few spells it had stored within its psychic matrices. If I were alone, I would have been at a severe disadvantage against the rogue, but with Sophia by my side, I felt slightly more secure. I shook my head slightly, thinking about stuff like that would only be a distraction and distractions would get me killed in a fight against a creature like the one we were about to come up against. "Fulgur ab aethere," Sophia whispered, her voice barely audible.In an instant, a burst of bright light filled the room, crackling with the power of electricity. Mighty shocks of thick lightning rained down upon the rogue's makeshift home, built from piles of scrap and garba
After the excitement and fervour of the fight that Sophia and I had shared with the rogue Immateria, now that it was over, the warehouse seemed far too silent. The only noises that could be heard were the distant calls of seagulls as they flew above the Thames and the slight buzz of the quadcopter drone’s blades somewhere above as it continued to circle the building. The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh as the final remnants of the rogue were burnt away by Sophia’s magical inferno. It was an unpleasant scent, one that would probably never allow me to think of barbeques in quite the same way again.“How’re you coping?” I asked Sophia, “The Rogue looked like it managed to get some pretty heavy hits in, are you alright or do you need medical attention?” Sophia snorted, “I’m an Immateria, we don’t really do medical attention, Parker. I’ll be fine in a couple of minutes, I just need to catch my breath.” I nodded in reply. It was good knowledge to have. It seemed th
While it was early in the morning the London City Airport was already a hub of activity. I knew first-hand that, when dealing with business on a global scale, the company never really slept. As long as the sun was up somewhere in the world someone had to be dealing with company affairs, and in the case of the poor sorry sods who were rushing around the airport at eight am in the morning that responsibility clearly lay with them. “So, where’s the warp gate?” I asked as we approached the entrance to the airport, “Surely it can’t actually be inside the airport, right? That would be ridiculous. There’s no way it would be kept secret.” Sophia chuckled, “Oh because a warp gate in the middle of a park right next to one of London’s newest, hottest shopping and apartment complexes is so well hidden.” “Okay, point,” I conceded, “That just raises the question of how either of these gates manages to stay hidden.” “Just wait until we visit the gate in Trafalgar Square…” She said, there was a
“What was it?” I asked, staring down at the now-dead creature at my feet. “An Orec,” Sophia replied shortly, she was pacing from side to side, “Basically JRR Tolkeins inspiration for Orcs, believe it or not.” I did believe it, now that she’d said it I could definitely see the resemblance. “Did you… know them?” I asked, “They seemed to know you, so.” Sophia shook her head, “Never seen them before in my life. They must have been sent to find me… though how they knew where I’d be is beyond me.” She stopped pacing and looked directly at the dead Orec, “Death is coming…” she muttered under her breath, “Did you mean your own death? Someone else? Death in general…?” “We’re going to have to bring this up with the council, aren’t we?” I asked, knowing what her answer was going to be even as I said the words. “Omens are never a good thing,” She responded, “Maybe the council will have an idea about what the Orec meant, maybe they know already. It’s not like we aren’t going there to b
I was almost relieved to see the building that housed the council of the Immateria. The last time I’d been there I’d been forced to essentially beg for my life. This time around I was going there to prove that the fact they’d spared me was worthwhile, I’d already produced results. The underlying nerves were still there though. While we had managed to dispatch the rogue Immateria, there was clearly something else brewing on the horizon. Death was coming. We walked through the entry doors and into the lobby. The same woman was sitting at the desk as before. She glanced up from her paperwork, gave Sophia an easy smile, and went back to what she was doing. Sophia brushed past the desk, clearly, the council was expecting us. The Council chamber was much the same as I’d seen it the first time we’d been asked to go there for my hearing. The same chairs were set up around the same crescent moon table, and the same Immateria were sitting in attendance. Idly I wondered if they ever left
“We’re back at the lab?” I asked as Sophia led him around a corner, revealing the pub and the space that his lab resided in below it. “Not quite the lab, no,” Sophia said. “I understand you’re probably eager to get started in creating more Magitech, but the new rogue takes precedence.” “Ah, I get it,” I said, “This is like back up in London when we went to the club in Soho, right? You’re going here to mingle and find out any information you can.” “So you are learning! And there was me thinking you were all distracted by the humans dancing around at that club,” Sophia said with a smirk. She knew full well that the only thing the humans had distracted me with in that club was the stink of their sweat thanks to the enhanced senses that being an Immateria granted me. I still had no idea how she managed to get in amongst them the way that she had. We entered the bar together and I couldn’t help but be a little bit disappointed. It looked just like any bar that I would have expected to