into her hand. “Think this can inspire you?” Light twinkled from the hard metal.
Maj’s finger curled over the trigger.
“You can’t do it, little girl,” Heavener said. “You’re just a child playing at spy. And you’re going to die unless you can take my life first.”
Maj stared through tear-blurred vision as the woman approached. She had no doubt that Heavener would do exactly what she said.
“Come on, little girl, shoot me.”
Suddenly a dozen ruby lights lit up across Heavener’s chest.
“She doesn’t have to,” a cold voice said. “Take another step and we will.”
Heavener froze, pulling her arms up at her sides.
Maj glanced over her shoulder, spotting the Net Force team that had taken up positions in the hallway. Captain Winters stood at their side in holoform.
One of the agents came forward and plucked the pistol from Maj’s hands. Other agents rushed forward, pushing Heavener facedown on the carpet and handcuffing her.
Maj stood on trembling legs.
Winters approached her, his face grim and concerned. “Are you all right?”
“Now,” Maj whispered. “I’m all right now.”
EPILOGUE
“Most of the D’Arnot Industries executives were arrested over the weekend,” Captain Winters said. “We’ll sort through who was and wasn’t actually involved, but it won’t be hard with the information we’re getting. Those people are looking to make a deal to avoid serious prison time.”
Maj nodded. She was in Captain Winters’s office in holoform the following Monday. The other Explorers had chosen her to debrief them once Winters debriefed her. “What about Peter’s game?” She hated thinking that the young designer would lose the world he’d so painstakingly developed.
“Once we’re sure all the bleed-over programming is corrected in the game, it can be released. Mark Gridley is helping out with that. I don’t think it’ll be more than a month late.”
“A month is a long time in the gaming industry,” Maj said defensively.
Winters smiled. “Maybe for most games, but I don’t think the public’s going to forget this one.”
Maj knew that was true. Public outcry against the game being pulled was tremendous. The Net was full of supporters wanting it to be released. Peter Griffen stood on the threshold of a fortune. “What about Roarke?”
“It was touch and go,” Winters admitted. “But Jon’s always been one of the tough guys. Another week or two and he’ll be talking about rehab and getting back out into the field. With the recommendation I’m giving him, he’ll probably get there.”
“He’s a good agent,” Maj said. “Maybe a little Neanderthal.”
“Yep, but we still need men like him. And Jon Roarke is one of the best.”
“And Heavener?”
Winters’s face clouded. “She’s going to get her day in court. It’s going to be a crapshoot to see who actually throws her in prison first.”
“That leaves Gaspar Latke.”
“Mr. Latke has proven to be an interesting young man,” Winters admitted. “He’s been involved in a few operations Net Force didn’t quite get to the bottom of. I think his future may hold a few surprises. But I’m guessing he’ll be okay.”
After the debriefing was finished and her report filed, Maj returned to the airflight taking her back home. Leif’s dad had paid for first-class seats. She glanced around the cabin. Everyone was asleep, except for Andy, who was online gaming. Somewhere.
Her foilpack buzzed and she answered it, finding Peter Griffen’s smiling face in the vidscreen.
“Hey,” he said. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“No,” Maj replied, smiling a little herself.
“I heard I wasn’t the only one who had an interesting weekend,” Peter said.
Maj shook her head. “No.”
“Nobody at Net Force wanted to give me your foilpack number,” Peter said. “I had to do a little digging.”
“It seems you found it.”
“I’m good at what I do.”
“So what can I do for you?” Maj asked.
“I think you’ve done enough,” he replied. “I just wanted to thank you for your part in my rescue. And in Oscar’s.”
“My pleasure.”
Peter seemed kind of stuck for words. “Thanks, doesn’t seem like enough. If it’s okay, I’d like to ask you something.”
“Sure,” Maj said.
“Net Force shut down the online launch of Realm of the Bright Water, but your friend Mark Gridley has already debugged a copy I have. They want to experiment with the game for a while, make sure that the fully interfacing game engine I designed doesn’t bleed over anymore, but I have access to this one. I though maybe if you weren’t busy—” He hesitated.
“You’re asking me if I can come out and play?” Maj laughed.
“Well, I wasn’t going to put it that way,” Peter responded. “But, yeah. I’ve got a whole world out there, Maj. I’m ready to share it with someone. I’ve been waiting for a long time.”
“Where can I find you?” After Peter gave her the Net coordinates, Maj leaned back in the implant chair. When she opened her eyes again, she stood on a blue-silver cloud overlooking the world. Peter stood in front of her, clad in his beautiful armor.
“In the game,” Peter said, “you won’t be able to stand on the clouds. Not unless you know the secrets. But I wanted you to be properly impressed.”
“I am. I’m looking forward to seeing what else your world holds.”
Peter held out his hand. “Then join me.”
Maj took the offered hand. In the next minute the cloud swirled beneath them, quickly becoming the plum- colored dragon, Sahfrell, she’d gotten so acquainted with over the weekend. She felt the dragon’s muscles bunch beneath her as it flew through the sky. “I take it clouds don’t usually become dragons, either,” she said. She took her place in the front of a dual saddle.
“Not unless I want them to,” Peter told her. “What would you like to do?”
The wind streamed through Maj’s hair, and she stared at all the beauty beneath her. “I just want to see everything I can.”
“As you wish,” Peter said, and the dragon dived toward the world waiting below.
