The Lost Twins chapter 50 - Ex MachinaThe Lost Twins chapter 50 - Ex Machina by Pacific-Time
Athena's eyes snapped up in surprise, when she saw that it was not Artemis being roughly seated and tied down in the chair next to her. It was no other than Ao Pallas. Like some kind of deus-ex machina, their younger sister had arrived.
How did that happen? Where had Ao come from and how had she found them? Athena thought, having to brazen herself to not show any reaction whatsoever. These questions would have to wait to later. This meant that Artemis was still out there somewhere. And with the ability to... make a difference!
Athena barely finished her thought when she felt something snap behind her. It was her cuffs, which finally broke. So not even Titanium could hold her. Or was that the deed of Ao? She was not sure, however she could feel the faint trace of quantum anomalies starting to spread through the basement room. The next second she heard Apollo gasp silently. Apparently he had been freed the same way as her. Then everything started to happen very fast.
The Lost Twins chapter 49 - The Mad ProfessorThe Lost Twins chapter 49 - The Mad Professor by Pacific-Time
When Apollo woke up he found himself handcuffed and chained to an iron chair and with his head fuzzy and paining. While squinting his eyes against the harsh, bluish tube light he turned slightly to his left, to regard the shadow there, seeing that it was Athena in the very same predicament as him. That vision gave him a painful flashback to Norway and Stavanger two years earlier, when he and Athena had found themselves in the same kind of trouble together. Unfortunately this time, he had no similar plan to get them out of their quandary with. No lighter, no gasoline to set on fire.
With a groin he turned again, to see if Artemis was somewhere around. But no, his twin was nowhere to be seen, and he tried to force himself into believing this was something hopeful rather than disappointing. With a bit of luck she was still out there somewhere. She and her crossbow, the one she had earlier surprised both Athena and him with being so accurate in handling. In another situation Apollo would'v
The Lost Twins chapter 48 - Sky HighThe Lost Twins chapter 48 - Sky High by Pacific-Time
Outside of the Unicorn installation and some two hundred feet below the steep cliff where the runway ended, three figures were slowly climbing upwards. They were all wearing nano jumpsuits of a kind that caught up the surrounding colours, to blend with it in a way bordering on perfect camouflage, making them virtually invisible. That garment was tight and warming against the chill and it was covering most of their heads and face. The Chameleon Technology had been developed by the Israeli in the 00ies and perfected by the SIS over the following decade.
Added to that they wore special gloves enabling them tighter grips around the rock surface. Large packs were strapped to their backs. These packs were also manufactured according to the Chameleon Technology to blend in with the snowy terrain. Finally they carried twin pitons in their hands, using them and their spiked boots to scale the mountain foot by foot. The pitons were attached to their waists via rope, the ropes joining the three c
The Lost Twins chapter 47 - Intermezzo no VThe Lost Twins chapter 47 - Intermezzo no V by Pacific-Time
The white Learjet 45 touched down on the long runway, the tires squealing audibly and smoking from the friction of the tarmac against their surface with the brakes put sharply on to grind the jet into a more suitable slower speed. The runway went across the length of the plateau at the base of the mountaintop summit. At one end was a large hangar which already had several aircrafts harbored inside against the snow, now opened up ready and expecting to receive the airplane. The other end of the runway ended at the edge of the plateau, upon which there was about a thousand feet drop to the rocks below.
The runway and hangar were parts of a larger facility. In addition to them, there was a large building of concrete and glass. It rose three stories seen from the outside, but with several more stories hidden in the basement and had hundreds of different rooms linked by long corridors. Next to the building were two smaller and square concrete facilities that acted as dwellings for the worke
The Lost Twins chapter 46 - Body CountThe Lost Twins chapter 46 - Body Count by Pacific-Time
The skier steadied her ski and slipped one boot between the toe irons. She felt for the cable loop and positioned it around her heel. Then she snapped the forward throw closed, a familiar, comforting sound, locking her boot to the ski. Kneeling she repeated the process with the other boot and binding. Then she flexed her knees, gave herself a little shake. A little smile curled her lips.
These fate-forsaken Italian mountains might be cold - according to her watch, which recorded not just time, but temperature - it was eight degrees Fahrenheit, but to her that didn't matter. She was well prepared. Foremost it was about what she wore. From inside to outside, bottom to top: a pair of wicking Cascade socks; a Duofold union suit (wicking and two-layered, cotton against the skin, wool off, and in one piece so snow would never get down her backside and onto bare skin); Mountain Hardwear ski pants made of double strength Gore-Tex; a wicking Cascade turtleneck shirt, a wool sweater, a Mountain
The Lost Twins chapter 45 - The ConvoyThe Lost Twins chapter 45 - The Convoy by Pacific-Time
Apollo stood in the shadows of a sotoportego across the narrow alley from the bright lights of the Tiniatello Club. Just down the by the canal, a small crowd had gathered around an ambulance boat. A loud, two-tone squeal filled the air as a Venice police boat came speeding down the same canal and came to a stop in the water beside the ambulance. In a city where no cars were allowed, every major transport like this had to be done by boat. A uniformed officer and plain clothes man disembarked and hurried through the crowd up the street and disappeared into the lobby of the Tiniatello. Apparently something had happened there as well, and Apollo was willing to place a large amount of money that any of his sisters had been involved in that.
While regarding the scene, he ran the last few minutes over in his head. A man, a very strong and proficient one, had tried to kill Apollo in an elevator. Had it not been for The Star of Hyperboera and quick thinking on Apollo's part, he may not h
The Lost Twins chapter 44 - ...and dieThe Lost Twins chapter 44 - ...and die by Pacific-Time
Eventually came the moment Medusa had been waiting so fervently for. She saw Athena leaving the man she had been talking to and head for foyer, probably on her way to the ladies' room. Reaching inside of her purse, Medusa felt for the gun with the silencer there, running her fingers over the slick and cold metal. Finally, luck was smiling at her! She had never killed a person before but the hatred which was filling her veins told her that it would now be possible. With soft but determined steps she began following the Olympian.
Athena passed by the restroom door though, and began heading for a small patio garden. It was resting in dusk, with only two old fashioned lamp posts lighting it and empty of people, the only thing heard was the reverberating bass of the music from the inside of the club and the gurgling sound of a small fountain. Beyond the opposite side gallery, lights were gleaning in a canal.
"So much better," Medusa smirked to herself, now she could shoot her nemesis and th
The Lost Twins chapter 43 - The TiniatelloThe Lost Twins chapter 43 - The Tiniatello by Pacific-Time
"We drove by the Unicorn plant in Mestre, Artemis and I," Athena said as she sipped of the Hotel's courteous Champagne. "And there wasn't exactly anything to see. Just as anonymous as the Japanese compound."
"So you think they have nothing going on here in Italy," Apollo asked. "That it's just another red herring?" He too was holding a champagne flute, but without drinking from it.
"They're here all right," Artemis confirmed. "'Here' as in Italy that is. Only that the factory we drew by held nothing of interest. The real thing is not even nearby."
"Then where is it?" Athena narrowed her brow.
"That I imagine we can find out tomorrow, at this Tiniatello place," Apollo figured. "Now how about that fancy dinner we talked about earlier? I'm famished!"
"Signora Gorgona?" Madelena Giacobi's voice rung out in the large living room. The woman by the panoramic window didn't take her gaze off the lagoon however Madelena could see how her shoulders tensed.
"Yes?" Medusa tried to hide t