Progress, Not Perfection
Somewhere in the distance, Margaret heard the uneven clang of metal on metal. The muted noise only roused her from her sleep because of the consistent rhythm. The dark confines of the safe room were all she had known for some time.
The slick white ceiling reminded him of the walls in his lab. Staring at it made him angry. Something unexpected had happened and he desperately wanted to know what.
Doctor Margaret Vo heard the scream of the alarm. She did not stop running. She did not know what was going on in the lab. She was afraid that one or both of the brilliant men within were dead.
The power failed, plunging the room into darkness except for the strobing flashes from the rift. The room took on a hellish quality of flame and thunder as the lightning devastated everything about it. The emergency lighting turned on almost immediately, but failed to push back the dark.
Evan punched the key code into the door. He walked inside and leaned against the counter. The lights came on and revealed three men sitting around the table.
The desk in front of him was empty, but Aldric stared at its surface with all the intensity of a laser. He watched his lover flirting with one of the lab technicians, and he hated them both for it. She was his.
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