[Tuesday Evening, June 7th, 2078; Basement Level, Institute for the Blind, South Roberto Maestas Festival St, Seattle Metroplex]

Torrent’s tone was just a little irritated

> Indeed it is Mr Guthrie. Now, as I requested before, please stand down your team before anyone else gets killed or you do any more damage. In the space of the last ten minutes you’ve undone a decade’s worth of careful preparation, I want to give you a chance to repair some of that damage.

I am aware of your peculiar views on magic and its practitioners but I also know that you have at least a vague inkling of what it was we had contained down here before you blew it to hell. So, put up your weapons and I will explain what it is that you can do to fix this fucking mess!

His appearance of calm sophistication slipped just a little…

***

#52