Excerpt from Phoenix Emergent [click to head to Amazon.com]
The chemical factory stood spewing surely harmless, billowing white clouds into a steel gray sky. Men and women walked here and there, some in business wear, others emerged from a separate place further away in white hazmat suits, directing a forklift on its clumsy way.
He tapped on the radio in his ear. “I have entered the grounds.”
Shadwell had to hope that even if alarms were tripped on his entrance, they were ignored care of his ability. The lobby reminded him of a prison, what with the turnstiles and the card readers for entry. He passed through behind a haggard, rushed young man, vaulting over the turnstile and pulling a face at the bored security guard swiping security passes.
He entered an elevator and, again, hoped.
Instead of heading down, where he assumed these people produced the blue stuff, they went up. He found himself on a cubicle-filled floor with full of people, probably accountants just hammering out numbers on their computers and flipping through actual paper stacks.
And thanks to the fact that he didn’t speak or read Russian, Shadwell couldn’t get any sort of good intel from whatever this was. Instead, he produced a camera from his small backpack and attached it to his forehead. There was no way to hack their wireless without some serious work, but he could relay this back to command once he was out. He camped out at the stairwell entrance, unwilling to see if his ability would make them ignore him.
It took absolutely forever for one of these disgusting, soulless pencil pushers to take the stairs. Shadwell hated the woman who allowed him access to the stairs, in her dumpy, frayed suit skirt and her frizzy hair. In Shadwell’s ideal world, there was no human race. People were only available in little glass enclosures at the zoos, where animals could shake a paw at them, or look at them disapprovingly. Humans were such wankers.