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kins coughed and cocked an eyebrow<br />
at him.<br />
“Now, we wait.” Melkins slid back<br />
in his seat and sighed.<br />
Veedle huffed and tried to test his<br />
safety harnesses. “Never was much<br />
of a poker player, Melkins. Don’t<br />
have much time for patience. Just<br />
how long you think we’re going to<br />
be waiting here?”<br />
“Until they come for us,” Melkins<br />
replied softly. “It could be minutes.<br />
It might be hours.”<br />
“Any chance I can get these restraints<br />
off, now? I mean, we are out<br />
of the rough waters and all.”<br />
Melkins sighed again. “You know<br />
the rules as well as I do, sir.” Veedle<br />
noted how Melkins seemed to inch<br />
away as he said this.<br />
With a chuckle, Veedle stretched<br />
within the confines of his bonds, and<br />
the tiny compartment. He leaned<br />
back and rested his eyes, recalling<br />
each detail that had been pounded<br />
into his head by the bureaucrats in<br />
the fancy suits. It was a rather simple<br />
plan, actually. He smiled.<br />
It was going to be a hell of a good<br />
time.<br />
At some point, Melkins had dozed<br />
off, because he was awoken by forceful<br />
jerking movements of the ship.<br />
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Veedle<br />
said. “I think they found us.”<br />
“So it would seem,” Melkins said.<br />
A bead of sweat had formed on his<br />
brow. “Can you hear anything?”<br />
“Nothing but running water,” Veedle<br />
said. “Say, do you think it might<br />
be a good time to make away with<br />
these, now?” Veedle nodded toward<br />
his restrained arms and legs.<br />
“Almost,” Melkins said. He unstrapped<br />
himself and stood up. The<br />
ceiling only cleared his head by an<br />
inch. The blue luminescence now<br />
highlighted his growing sweat stains.<br />
Melkins approached the keyhole<br />
and peered downward. The faint<br />
glow given off by their craft lit up<br />
the water in a five foot radius. Nothing<br />
was visible in the water beneath<br />
the viewing window but silt particles.<br />
As had been expected, their<br />
conveyance was being pulled manually<br />
toward the docking station.<br />
Melkins’ hands began to shake a<br />
little at the thought of what he knew<br />
was coming next. But thoughts of<br />
his family hardened his fears and<br />
pummeled them away.<br />
“Visual status,” Melkins stated.<br />
“Doctor Emmanuel Melkins: voice<br />
identification accepted.”<br />
“Please give me a visual record,”<br />
Melkins said. In an instant the circular<br />
walls became invisible. Veedle<br />
jerked in his chair, having been<br />
unprepared for the sight of being<br />
completely surrounded by glowing<br />
water. Veedle had the immedi-<br />
ate impression that he was floating<br />
within a large soap bubble.<br />
“Pressure status,” Melkins said.<br />
“Pressure is within acceptable parameters,<br />
Dr. Melkins.”<br />
“Can they see us?” Veedle asked.<br />
He was referring to the transport<br />
vessel that was hauling them in tow<br />
to Damascus City. It was a large, rugged-looking<br />
metal ship that coasted<br />
through the water without creating<br />
any disturbance. It had very few<br />
windows.<br />
“No,” Melkins said. “Their vision<br />
cannot penetrate these walls. If all is<br />
as it should be, they should be completely<br />
baffled as to the appearance<br />
of this vehicle. After all, it has been<br />
nearly a decade since any form of<br />
communication was attempted by<br />
the topworld.”<br />
“And we all know how well that<br />
went,” Veedle spat. Melkins rubbed<br />
at his chest blankly.<br />
“Locate Damascus and give arrival<br />
estimation,” Melkins said.<br />
“Eight-hundred meters distance.<br />
Estimated time to arrival at current<br />
trajectory: two minutes.”<br />
“Maybe I’m just an ignorant asshole<br />
for asking, Melkins,” Veedle said,<br />
“but why didn’t they just blow us all<br />
to hell when they found our ship?”<br />
Melkins considered this with<br />
growing mental distance. “It was<br />
all up to chance. There was no way<br />
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to calculate the expected odds of<br />
just such an occurrence. But ultimately,<br />
I knew they wouldn’t. They<br />
are too curious. I knew that they<br />
would want to know how anything<br />
had happened to find their means<br />
of transport to access the city. The<br />
process is really quite genius, exploiting<br />
the natural undercurrents<br />
of the ocean to create an underwater<br />
highway. Fitting that one of their<br />
crowning achievements will serve<br />
to bring about their own downfall.”<br />
“Sounds like someone took the<br />
Rains of November a little personally,”<br />
Veedle said.<br />
Melkins coughed and pumped his<br />
fists. “When nineteen-million lives<br />
are extinguished from the face of<br />
the planet, Mr. Veedle, there is not<br />
a single person still alive who should<br />
not take it personally.”<br />
And then Damascus City came<br />
into view as they floated over an<br />
immense cliff and into an oceanic<br />
valley.<br />
“Wow,” Veedle said. “I never<br />
imagined so much...light.” Spires of<br />
shining rock stood out amongst the<br />
layout of the vast city, which was<br />
composed of innumerable smaller<br />
structures that were unmistakably<br />
dwellings. Glowing blue light radiated<br />
from the very core of the city,<br />
all the way to a barrier that, without<br />
the light’s reflection, would have<br />
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