In the heart of our galaxy, there abides a supermassive black hole. One of the grand mysteries of our age, and of the last age, and the one before.
I reached out to the meteorite, a rocky mass with atypical glowing purple patches, knowing it might be the last thing I ever did on Earth.
It didn’t crash. It landed. It landed in a specific place.
Right in the middle of a major metropolitan area.
“You must be Captain Vasquez.”
“And why, madam, do you presume that?”
“Because judging from their expressions, none of the people at this table believe a word you’re saying…but they’re all listening anyway because the story is just that captivating.”
Lachenhut flew out toward the creature first. Overclock and Keo hovered in the air, at the ready, but hanging back as our red-capped leader had requested.