The Lost Twins chapter 53 -Epilogue- Athens GreeceThe Lost Twins chapter 53 -Epilogue- Athens Greece by Pacific-Time
Ten hours later, Athena, Apollo and Artemis stepped through the entrance of the Olympos Head Quarter at the Gemini Boulevard, Athens, Greece. As soon as they entered the spacious and opulent lobby, both of the twins stopped and craned their necks to gaze up in the ceiling three stories up and then they were looking to and from to take in all the things to be seen. None of them had been here before and Athena waited patiently while they admired the large Atlantis Fountain with its glass naiads and extraordinary water art, all lit by multi-coloured led lamps.
"Our brother Hephaestos designed that one," Athena said when Artemis and Apollo had 'ah'-ed and 'oh'-ed enough. "He's the inventor of the family. And the quartermaster. And a lot of other things."
"He's around?" Apollo asked.
"Yeah, I'd love to see him," Artemis added as she held out her hand, letting slight sprays of water bouncing off the palm.
"Sure thing, after all he lives here in Athens," Athena assured. "And I bet he's as cur
The Lost Twins chapter 52 - The death of AoThe Lost Twins chapter 52 - The death of Ao by Pacific-Time
"You have a first aid kit?" Apollo asked the next moment, while he carefully lowered the ailing Ao to one of the sofas lining the wall in the spacious ground floor foyer. For the first time Apollo noted that Ao's face wasn't all devoid of emotions the way it always had seemed to him earlier. Now he saw pain and even fright in there, and it pained him. This girl had never been lucky in her life, and now she might be passing away. Artemis was shaking her head while plucking away her irregular weapon.
"Ao?" Artemis' eyes then slid over to their injured sister. The white dressed woman looked like a fallen angel where she laid with her arms spread as if in a pleading gesture, and a huge puddle of crimson blood spreading beneath her, staining the light gray leather. Red liquid wings to fly her from this world. It was all very beautiful and all very sad to behold.
"Yes," Apollo exhaled as he began to zip up Ao's quilted jacket, opening up to reach her bullet wound. As he did, he realized that
The Lost Twins chapter 51 - EndgameThe Lost Twins chapter 51 - Endgame by Pacific-Time
Throwing the wounded and heavily bleeding Ao over his shoulder, Apollo stood and followed Artemis, who was rapidly heading for one of the doors leading out from the large room. But they soon had to retreat inside again, when a group of compound guards crashed through the door and entered the room, fanning out with their guns ready. Taking cover behind a file cabinet, the twins counted to seven people, armed with machine guns all of them save for one who was holding a simple revolver. Apollo quickly and silently eased the wounded Ao down to the floor, pulled the Star of Hyperborea and made a hushing sign to Artemis.
Naturally, a few of the guards ran straight to the broken window, where Athena and The Enforcer had fallen earlier, and gazed out, but retreated quickly since someone was apparently shooting at them. One of them, a woman with American accent, was apparently command.
"Search this place, there might as well be more of those darn Greeks around!" she ordered and her people sprea
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