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Eve of the Hurricane

CHAPTER TWENTY

Dr. Dasha Radinova finished applying bandages to Angel's back.

"Fixed you up as best I could," the older woman remarked as she pushed a loose strand of blonde hair back up into her bun. "But whip-wounds require air to heal properly, so try to keep them clean. And no excessive back movement."

Angel groaned, pulling herself up from the examination table. "Thank-you, Doctor ... I have no way of paying you - "

Radinova shook her head. "No payment from you. I run a free clinic and you both are friends of the Smiths - I owe them more than their fees." She patted Angel's hand. "Go on home with the Colonel and get some rest."

"You're ... not turning me in?"

She washed her hands in the corner sink. "I don't keep track of criminals. And if you're with the Colonel, you must not really be wanted. Go home, Miss."

Angel pulled her jacket on and nodded. "Thank you again, Dr. Radinova."

She wandered out of the back of the clinic and found Dastun sitting by himself in the waiting room. He stood up as she approached him. "Where's Gordon?"

"Norman picked him up a few minutes ago. Mr. Rosewater said he wanted to look at your scars for some reason." Dastun poked gently at the bandage on her cheek over the whip-wound. "You got quite a beating, Millie."

Angel smiled wanly. "You should see the other guy." She inhaled deeply. "Was the ... Behemoth? ... really destroyed?"

"According to Norman, yeah. Roger said a mile-long girder shattered it."

"Mile-long girder??" Angel repeated. "From where??"

"We're going to find that out." He offered his arm. "Come on, I'll take you home and make dinner for you this time."

Angel clutched his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder as they left the clinic. The cold wind gusted down the street as lamplights flickered on and off around them.

Her mother was dead; Mildred Hathaway's final words being a prophesy of her fate. The Chariots of God ...

Vera was dead. Vera - who had mocked Mildred Hathaway's existence by proclaiming Angel's life was nothing more than a manufactured memory - no longer held sway over the remaining Union. The wastelands of exiled Paradigmers waited for the call to arms that will never be sent. The Union within Paradigm City died with Vera.

News of Vera's death would take ages to reach the wastelands ... some time would be bought before the Union regroups and attacks without her leadership.

If there really was a Union.

Angel discovered all she wanted at the moment was a long hot soak.

But there was something she wanted to know.

"Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"You ... rescued me."

He shrugged. "I had to."

"Why?"

He glanced at her, halting mid-step. "It ... felt right." Dastun pulled her close, carefully drawing one arm around her back and the other around her waist, gazing eye to eye. "Listen, Millie, you don't run off again. You're stuck with me, do you understand? You don't have to fight alone anymore."

"Daniel?" Angel breathed.

He stared back into her black eyes ... sweating, shaking slightly, but his own hazel eyes never wavering. "I love you, too."

This time, Angel accepted his kiss ...

And it did feel right.

* * *

"You failed me, Mr. Beck."

Jason Beck looked up from the cockpit of Big Fau.

"Hey, I did warn you Crow Boy was bad about protecting his android chick. Not my fault he blasted them away."

"No matter," Alex Rosewater commented. "I found something interesting in the remains of that one Megadeus of Dr. Wayneright's - the one that appeared out of the river a few months back."

"Yeah, the one with the figure," Beck confirmed. "That's dear old Glinda. Dotticakes named her - "

Alex raised an eyebrow as Beck, shocked, realized he was babbling. Beck regained his composure and snapped his wrist out. "Anyway, you got Fau-baby here, Glinda-doll, and you lost Duo and your creepy clown-buddy in exchange. Happy yet?"

Alex sneered. "Not yet. I'm having my crew take 'Glinda' apart and find her memory core. When it's found, I want you to 'fix' it for Big Fau."

Beck leaned back in the pilot seat and swung his leg over the control console. "You are an evil bugger, Rosewater. These things aren't tools, y'know."

Alex smirked. "Yes, I'm sure Dorothy One would agree with you ... " He turned his back. "By the way, Mr. Beck, I understand Roger Smith has acquired Dorothy One when she broke out of my labs. Was there anything in there he could find useful?"

Beck shrugged. "Not unless he's got me on his staff, he's not going to find anything to pick his teeth with."

"Good."

Alex left the hangar, leaving Beck and Big Fau alone.

"Stupid son of a - piece of uppity - I'm going to hate myself, but I hope Crow Boy hands your ass to ya' deep-fried with mayo and extra pickles - "

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