5,001 (The Endurance Series: 0.5)
A Science Fiction Romance Short Story
“I can’t wait to see where this new world takes us!” — TTK, Amazon reader
EXCERPT FROM 5,001
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The end began when Caelen got a call from a frantic staffer on the Bridge itself. It was right in the middle of the Rebels game against the Crimson Crunchers. The Rebels were being slaughtered as usual because the Crunchers were an Esquilino team, but the Rebels had shown some amazing spirit. They had come so close to scoring, more than once. The possibility that they might actually get a goal kept Caelen hovering near the screen and sometimes stopping work altogether to watch when the ball floated toward the Rebels’ end of the tank.
She barely paid any attention to the call, until she realized where it was coming from.
“Now?” she asked, glancing at the game. “It’s the middle of the night…sir.” The honorific felt odd in her mouth.
The staffer assured her that now wasn’t soon enough, making Caelen mentally tack on a fifteen percent mark-up to her hourly rate. She packed her tool kit into Scrub, loaded him onto the platform she had built on the back of her bike and locked him in despite his rabid protests that he could, too, hold on by himself. She glided out onto the Artery. Traffic was light because of the tankball game, which meant she could open up the bike. She reached the Bridge end of the Endurance only twenty minutes after the call.
She presented her wrist to the sentries, who scanned her ID with deep frowns, as if she might be trying to crash the Bridge. She mentally snorted at the idea, but kept her face as grave as theirs and nodded her thanks as they dropped the shield and let her through. Then she had to back up and go through the pantomime all over again to get Scrub through.
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