X6-88 Novels & Stories

The massive steel doors were an anomaly, an industrial scar cut directly into the ancient, volcanic heart of Mount Meru. They stood twenty feet high, built flush against the jagged basalt, coated in a thick layer of yellow sulfur and centuries of subterranean grime. Above the seam where the two doors met, the faded, painted logo of 'Six'—a circle bisected by intersecting lines—stared down at them like a blind, mechanical eye.

I ordered. Riccardo was already working on his tablet, tapping through the DiFronzo family’s GPS system that was installed in all our vehicles. “I have got it,” he said, holding up the screen. A green dot , that was the car Lily was in and it was heading west, speeding out of the city limits. Two red dots trailed behind it.

We were ten miles up the road, almost to the I-74 exit, when Six’s grip tightened on the wheel and his foot pressed on the gas. His gaze flickered to the mirrors, but when I looked, there were no red and blue lights like I expected. In fact, there was nothing but other cars.

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