Into Eve

Stay Calm,” a baritone voice boomed into the shadow. Faidh froze. “Acting up isn’t going to help you right now. Cooperate,” the voice urged her compliance, “and this will all be over before you know it. Give us any trouble,” it paused menacingly; lingering pointedly over each word; deliberately extending their annunciation, “and it won’t go easy for you. We don’t want to hurt you. We will if we have to,” the man explained, “ but we really don’t want to.” Faidh drew in a staggered breath. “We will have questions for you later,” he continued in a softer tone, “but for now rest. Gather yourself. Think about your situation and why behaving is your best choice. Think about how that will make everyone’s life easier; especially yours.” His deliberate words echoed against the silence, long after they were spoken. “Accent. Foreign. He’s possibly Egyptia

“2012 Ronald Reagan Drive”, greeted Dane’s eyes as he approached the parking structure. Every morning for seven years, the backlit, black lettering adorning a clean beige wall, greeted him. White lettering carefully traced upon a solid black banner; painted on the wall above the address, read “Federal Bureau Of Investigation – Cincinnati Field Office”. For Dane, it was breathtaking. Every morning he felt a sense of pride as he passed this wall. Every morning, he felt it announcing his arrival; like a king being proclaimed on his throne. It felt honorable, majestic even; and was the perfect start of every work day. Dane was proud of his job. Many applied every year, and many were rejected. Dane had been accepted easily. His background investigation had taken all of six months. His approval- overnight. The smoothness of his process made him question his own capability; at first. Rumors began. He could hear people insinuating &ld

Heath sat at his desk thoughtfully. He rotated his chair to face the wall behind him. Pushing the red button on the remote control in his left hand, he turned on the fifty- two inch, flat screen monitor, which hung on the wall behind him. It quickly went through it's voice guided starting options. He chose the source button on the thin black remote. "Source selection Open HDMI1-MHL," echoed through the large open space. "Source selection close HDMI1-MHL," the electronic voice announced. Suddenly, Faidh's sleeping image appeared on the screen. The blank expression on Heath's face quickly changed to tenderness. This WAS his Eve. She just HAD to be! As he watched Faidh sleep, Heath thought about how different things would be for the world, now that he had found Eve. Humanity wouldn't die out. Heath was beginning work on his PHD in Biophysics in Nineteen Eighty-Five, when he met May-Ellen Reardon. She was a Math Major who believed the world would end through a new w

Seamus O'Dálaigh quietly made his lunch. His wife Siobhan lay sleeping in their bedroom. He didn't want to wake her. Their twenty-two year old daughter, Faidh, had not been home for nineteen days. Nobody had seen her. Nobody had heard from her. Her Cobalt Blue Honda Civic had been recovered on day nine. It had been deserted near Michigan State University in Parking Lot Seventy-Five. The police still held it in their possession. They wouldn't allow Seamus to claim it, as he wasn't the registered owner. Seamus knew something had happened to his beloved only child when she hadn't returned home in time for their ritual family supper. That was Monday, May 2nd. It was now Saturday, May 21. Although she was working as an interpreter, Faidh remained living with her parents. She valued her ever growing independence, but she also loved her family. Faidh never missed an evening meal with her pare