Nyx Feat

Jack’s expression became a frown. Then he dissipated.

It was only a teenager, trapped inside. He was in the middle of asking a question. “-you let me out?”

“Holy fuck. I almost burned him,” Crucible said.

The boy pounded one hand on the forcefield. “Please!”

“I’ll let him out,” Crucible said.

I hesitated, holding up a hand.

No. Not enough grounding to say for sure. I let my hand drop.

“Weaver?”

I was about to give the go-ahead, but Tattletale’s voice came over the comm. “That’s Nyx you’re looking at. Her range is too short, she’d have to be in the building, and she’s too distinctive looking to pass in a crowd.”

I stared at the teenage boy. I’d almost said he could leave.

“Last chance, Nyx,” I told the ‘boy’. “Last words? Share a juicy tidbit?”

The ‘boy’ faded away. An illusion in an illusion.