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Chapter 25

“Echoes in the Valley”

The excitement neared panic. The entirety of the crew from Thunderbase was flashing through the air in wonderment and concern.

One Hundred yards above the rim of the hole that was once Mythic City, and in the direct center of that space, the five figures hovered.

They were encased in some sort of shimmering energy that not one of the scientists present could pierce.

Mickey MacCauley, JellyBean, Slipstream, the Spitter and the unidentified fifth member of the group seemed alive, but there was nothing to prove that.

With the Psi known as Brainscan at his side, Col. Stonedragon sought to orchestrate a rescue for the children, but, at this point, it was not looking probable.

“We may have to try to blast our way through,” He informed the others.

“What about the safety of the kids?” Maria responded.

“It will be our last option, but we are getting down to that quickly,” Stonedragon answered, “They appeared so suddenly and they could vanish just as quickly.”

He looked out to behold the form of the woman with her arms around the bubble that held her son. She had recently lost her husband of many years and it might be too much for her to lose one of her only two sons.

People within a hundred feet caught the quiet sound of the weeping.

Then she backed off, floating away from the shimmering stuff that covered her boy.

Those familiar with Maria could tell that she was “powering up.”

A cone of mother-of-pearl shining white light covered her, and extended down to the floor of the chasm.

A humming like a wind tunnel full of gnats echoed from wall to wall.

At the last moment Maria turned from her position and focused her gaze on the red-white and blue figure. There she blasted with her full power.

The explosion went on for a full minute.

Everyone had already turned their eyes, knowing about the kind of glare there was going to be. But no one realized the concussive pulse that would follow.

All the figures flying above the valley were shoved hundreds of feet away from the center of the explosion.

Those figures in the bubbles were completely undisturbed.

The mother once again wrapped herself around the form of her son.

The sobbing began again, and no one tried to stop it.