Abigail Area 51 Novels & Stories

Aislen indicated to the rooftops with her chin. “Precautions,” Abigail looked upward. “We have set up a secured meeting location here, with everything I can anticipate that we will need. It’s been rigged with cameras and a video conference system, and the other packs that are still responding to calls are online.” She gestured towards the homewares center that she had exited. “Still online,” Heath repeated grimly. “Either they have gone radio silent when they have taken to their bunkers out of concern of the Mer tracing the signal or…” Abigail responded.

There, he said, she would find a gift. Morgan, Abigail's alias among the Inquisition, obeyed. A day later, she arrived at a Pentalium hideout. It was an abandoned fortress, decaying and slowly reclaimed by nature. Outside, two hundred Blade riders waited for her arrival. She was elated at the sight of an army before her, but her joy quickly faded when she noticed a familiar man waving at her. The Pentalium's leader stood at the fortress entrance. He turned and gestured for her to follow him inside.

Real. Still, somewhere in the back of his mind, a whisper lingered: Nothing in the Citadel happens by accident. Citadel, Sector 5 Underrings The hauler screeched to a halt, and Samuel dragged Abigail out into steam and shadows. Sector 5 was nothing like the towers above. Pipes rattled overhead, walls wept condensation, and workers trudged through narrow alleys under the ever-watchful hum of drones. “This is paradise?” Samuel muttered. “No,” Abigail said flatly. “This is the part they hide.”

I almost slipped. "Hmm.... Something's fishy." She put two fingers on her chin and glanced at me. "Where do you think we should put the gun?" I asked to divert the topic on ground. Abiola stiffened just what I needed. "I don't know, do you think we should hide it somewhere else?" She asked again. After pondering for a long time, we finally decided to bury it somewhere at the back of Abiolas house. Since her house is big enough it would be really easy to hide it there.

"These were the 'failures.' Latents who didn't fully shift. He was going to incinerate them. I got them out, but we won't make it to the maglev without an Alpha." "I’m not a babysitter." "No. You're a business partner." Abigail stood up. Her knees shook, but she didn't fall. "You want the inversion key? You want Caleb back? You need my DNA. And you need to get us to that pod before the mountain collapses." "Fine." I grabbed her arm. Hard. My claws pricked her skin. "But if you lag behind, I leave you for the hounds." "Deal." We moved. The tunnels were a mess. Half-shifted hybrids fought over the remains of transit cops. The air was a thick soup of sewage and unwashed fur. I didn't slow down.

Abigail slowed the glorified dune buggy to a crawl and checked her bearings again. Nador's Libyan compound was almost three hundred and fifty kilometers from the Aegis headquarters in Egypt by road. She was able to shave off nearly forty by avoiding roads altogether with the Sand Viper ATV. She should be nearing the compound soon, and that meant patrols. Hopefully they didn't miss her, or she'd have to be spot-on with her targeting. Abigail double checked the straps on the passenger seat. She'd only brought gas and the backpack with her. While she'd have preferred to stash the pack in the back, C4 and gasoline shouldn't mix. At least not with her still in the driver's seat.

"So you're telling me you still remember nothing?" Abigail looked at me inquiringly. I had started calling her by her full name ever since she first mentioned it to me. I sighed and sat up straighter on the chair. We were on the balcony of my room. It afforded me the opportunity of seeing the beautiful frontage of Alex's house. I often sat here just staring, not thinking, until Abigail would pull me out of that state, like now. "I don't." I shook my head sadly. "But. . . I have these weird dreams where I'm a child. No - not a child, a machine, a cyborg-terminator child. I'm so strong, I feel the energy pouring through my veins, and-"

“If I had kept the note and flowers, I could have taken it to them. But I just hope that gives him a clear indication that I'm not interested in a scary person like that. Everything about him literally reeks of danger and I don't want that.” “Hopefully, he'll get it into his psychopath brain and leave you alone,” I said, as Janine leaned against me. “I hate seeing you so distressed.” “I hate this whole thing too,” She sighed. “Let's talk about something else. Did you know Abigailbigail has relocated to Canada?” “No, I didn’t and now that I do, I honestly don't care,” I said, and Janine sighed before sitting up. “Me neither,” She said. “You remember that my colleague whose sister works at Abi

I said and kissed her and her belly before, although reluctant, I set out with a few other Alphas to join Paviar and the others. When we arrived at where Paviar had waited for us, I was surprised to see Abigail and a strange man with an unpleasant aura about him. What was she doing here? And who the heck was that guy? “Tynan and Abigail have given us some info about Dagon,” Paviar told me. I frowned, then ordered Abigail, “Tell me everything you know.” When Abigail saw me, she was fleshly nervous, shivering, lowered her gaze to the floor, and could not speak, which surprised me.

He bowed his head and then raised it to the sky and howled, a howl of anguish not only left his chest but all wolves in attendance as the entire pack and family howled into the sky. Abigail’s family stayed but she wouldn’t, we got back in our car and headed back to her pack house, since her parents and siblings wouldn’t be there. Beta Josh and Gamma Gabe returned with us and during the car ride Abigail spoke about why she wouldn’t stay there, “that is where I was found as a child, it was my grandfather, Vincent DeLuca that had taken me, I had no idea who he was or that I was on Midnight’s land, but when my parents rescued me that’s when I found out.” She looked out the window, “I don’t lik