MECHANTARES 1

Kenzie bid me to bend down. I did, keeling with some use of my flight for stability.


The wicked multi-pronged thing appeared in her hand. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then extended it into my head. I could feel it, a glimmer of sensation, a blorb sort of feeling in the fluids of my eye, a sting of a tickle in cavities at the back.


Then my vision distorted, like I was looking through an inch of water, and clarified. I could see images and text. Outlines visible through walls, highlighting guards, cameras, and power lines. The field of view of each camera was plainly visible, and as I looked at a camera, I could see a crosshair focus on it. Staring at it for what I guessed to be two seconds snapped my view so I was looking through it.


Text at my peripheral vision remained as clear as day despite the fact I wasn't focusing on it.


Candy, telling me she was working with me on this.


Telling me she'd relay Kenzie's messages that couldn't be conveyed through the camera.


*****


A flash of blue marked my peripheral vision, and I looked. I saw the distant silhouette. Armstrong. Another- Natalie.


Another figure, not the red of guards or the blue of our hostages, but a yellow-green, could be seen in their company. After second, more silhouettes appeared.


Cryptid. Silhouette one, the fastest one the system had recognized.


Crock o'Shit. Silhouette two. The lie detector from the prison raid.


Coalbelcher. Silhouette three. The heavyset man who'd been something of a crime boss on the men's side of the prison.


*****


We slipped through, into empty hallways.


-He's changing-, the text in the corner of my vision told me.


I looked, and I saw Chris's distant silhouette morphing. He was here to be their enforcer.


He broke into a run, and so did we.

- Breaking 14.11