Domingo put his shoulder under Malachy’s, helping the redhead keep moving when the man obviously wanted to keel over and stuff a whole mountain over his ears. He could almost, almost hear the high-pitched sound tormenting the man, like the faint trill of singing mice from one of Matt’s nature shows.
The man can hear in the ultrasonic range. That’s insane!
Though what was really insane was the fact that they were heading toward whatever had just exploded, in the dark, following Tiburon’s red-lit flashlight. Because of course any youngsters related to the madmen he was with would be near something that went boom.
And I have to go, I have to know, if Sarah and Matt are there I have to be there – if they aren’t we still have time to find them!
And he was not freaking out at the Latin script and ominous symbols above the more prosaic lab warnings on each of the doors they passed as they raced down the emergency-lit corridor. Even if he was pretty sure Aqua was water, Lux was light, and next up was Fulgur, lightning-
Something gleamed above in the faint red light, and Domingo yanked them both backwards.
The slam of the steel wall down almost made his heart stop.
Ja’far has Simon, Tiburon’s right by him – we’re okay. We’re all okay.
And even with all his fear for his family, that was a rush of relief. Which… he wasn’t going to think about. They were here and they were help and he’d worry about it later.
Simon was already knocking knuckles against the slab of corrugated steel. “Hmm. I thought I’d killed the power to anything like this… oh. Huh.” He cocked his head, as if listening to someone unseen. “Baal says it has its own power source. Linked to something that reaches elsewhere through – oh, that’s interesting. I think it’s radio-triggered.”
Radio– “It’s a trap,” Domingo blurted out, as another steel wall slammed down behind them. “It’s – why – this makes no sense-!”
“No, it does,” Ja’far said grimly. “Anyone with enough power to break in, is enough power to be worth harvesting.”