Part Two: The latest wave
D evereaux understood immediately that the situation was reached the point of no return. Grace had never seen so tense and worried. In fact he had not ever worried, sometimes to the point that he thought it was a sort of android, like those of Asimov's stories, or simulacra of Dick, characters that reflected the emotionality through binary calculations. Of course he was not aware that the screen was kept standing balance of self-control by the powers Atlantean dell'Ondina, a barrier that was protecting the oceanic nature.
- We start the entire hotel - he said, giving one last look at the graphics detection that Grace had taken from recordings made at sea during his first encounter with the Kraken - and what can not be a quickly.
- must be - the girl stepped in - because if the calculations are correct, this anomaly will reach full capacity within two days.
Devereaux scratched his chin, a habitual gesture, denoting a moment of doubt. Then he smoothed back the shock of graying hair.
- What's down there, Grace? From the way he speaks almost looks like a ... demon ... it cest pas?
Grace stared at him for long moments without answering. Then beat the index on printouts, scattered on the surface of the desk.
- Start to get in touch with every cell of the organization, and when you contact them all, goes on to warn others, not forgetting anyone. We do not know where the fault hit the next time, but I assure you it will be a disaster. Let us at least limit the damage.
Devereaux nodded, returning to scratch his chin while Gacelyn left the room with quick steps and nervous.
- T u are mad! You are not yet enough?
Chuck was visibly agitated, and does not hide it, gesturing in the direction of Grace, with the excitement of a kid who knows he's right, but can not find credit at the party.
- Do you want to go back there, alone?
- not alone, Chuck, to you - said the Undine, smiling. She was sitting on a comfortable leather chair, cobalt blue, his legs crossed, wrapped in tight pants blacks.
- I think the last time lacks much, if not almost lose to the fin, Grace!
- I do not have a fin for a while, Chuck, and do not worry, I know what I do.
Chuck stood in front of her, hands on hips, how-ever, of course. But at least you warned Gabriel?
Gracelyn raised his eyebrows - No - he said. For several hours he could not establish a telepathic contact with his Archangel, and this would increase his concern. The terrified, actually - But Gabriel knows her. Prepare the boat, Chuck, we leave in an hour.
The Aboriginal raised his eyes to heaven, but said nothing.
N o one strategy was served, no moves or counter, not to speak of his powers, which seemed useless against the Kraken.
psychokinetic Grace had attempted an attack, like the first time, but failed to penetrate the aura of black ice absence of emotional monster. It was not even sure the Kraken had a conscience, even a brain, into which enter with mental powers.
He then decided to capitalize on its strengths, and the control element ocean, creating shock waves or by turning on itself, giving rise to vortices that moved tons of water, throwing them against the dark mass of Kraken, but without sorting effect.
The most disturbing thing was the stillness of the monster, while his attacks: the Kraken did nothing to counter the blows mental and physical, limiting to remain motionless on the ocean floor, staring with his yellow eye, left, shocking.
Chuck, on board the boat, followed the fight through the sonar scanners and submarines, playing sine waves and thermography, as if they were absolutely crisp images legible. Drops of sweat beaded his forehead as he tried to keep it as firmly as possible with a telepathic contact Ondina, who was ten thousand feet below him, in the depths of the ocean.
Grace was exhausted. Throughout the fight he had tried to get in touch with Gabriel, but no reply had come from its Archangel. He knew what it meant, but tried to deny it, because he could not conceive a future without him. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the image of the face of Gabriel, when he smiled slyly, sitting hugging her on the red couch in the White Beach. And this thought was the end.
The Kraken suddenly rose from the ocean floor, moving a large mass of water as an island, which began to surface, causing a vacuum of pressure in the wake. Grace was suddenly sucked into that vacuum, and then banged against the sharp rocks that covered the bottom, while a dark cloud enveloping the sand, obscuring the view.
The Kraken slowly began to surface, following the mass of water, and playing with the tentacles around the rocks. Detached boulders and debris that blows, heavy and huge, which began to slide along the uneven bottom, hitting Grace, unable to dodge.
A debris in the center of my forehead, and at that moment, on the surface, Chuck lost contact with her.
Grace was lying on the seabed, while the rocks fell on him, slowly forming what looked like a burial mound, and increased in height and size. As long as the Ondina disappeared, buried under tons of rock, the pressure of deep ocean welded, making the mound that more and more like a tomb.
Finally the silence was absolute, and the absence of any motion on the ocean floor. A silence and stillness that smelled of death.
On the surface, Chuck watched, paralyzed with fear, the tidal wave six feet high and growing, moving at breakneck speed in the direction of Sidney. And behind it, a dark figure appeared out of a nightmare, seems to drive the route.
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