Under Surveillance 12

The Source

Previously on Under Surveillance 11. Or start from the beginning here.

Logan drove, while I yawned in the seat next to him. It was dark and slightly cooler, rain still clinging to the road and catching in the headlights as we drove back to JARC. It wasn’t a particularly long drive, but much less interesting and less exciting than our trip out, when everything had felt open and bright.

“I don’t want to be doing this. We were supposed to have a few days off,” I said, resting my hand on his knee.

Logan didn’t take his eyes off the road, but yawned. Dashboard light cut faint shadows across his face as passing headlights slid briefly over the windshield and disappeared. “Yeah, and we need it. Imagine how Nadia and Mara feel? They moved yesterday, organized to have everything delivered today. They’ll be exhausted.”

I nodded, turned the radio up and looked ahead. The rain was thinning now, the clouds tearing open above us. The night sky had cleared enough that we could see stars and satellites well, not just scattered lights but layers of them, fixed points and moving ones, different speeds, different altitudes. It was strange how visible it all was when you actually looked, how much was up there and how little of it belonged to us.

For a second, the road felt small underneath the sky.

“What do you think’s happened?” Logan asked me, after a minute of silence filled only by the steady hum of tires on wet asphalt. “The Source, something has changed. For them to force us in after giving us leave, calling in all SCPV.”

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