Amazing Grace, 4
Stopping a bomb is easier than escaping from the mad scientist bent on controlling Grace and her abilities.
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Having learned that Global Solutions has a space rocket facility, Grace McKenna and Benedict Thomas race to stop the launch in the belief there's a bomb. But the launch goes ahead without issue, making Grace wonder what she's missed.
When fellow "abnormal" Charity points out the rocket launched is an attempt to control the rain cycle, Benedict surmises that there's something being added to the water. Going against his wishes, Grace heads to Hammel, determined to get the answers.
However, the main one, of who is behind the scheme, is waiting for her... and his plans are darker than Grace could ever imagine.
I wasn't surprised at the level of security – after all, the facility housed a variety of very explosive material, not to mention all the latest technology. Stuff the wrong kind of people paid handsomely for. Which begged the question of why I'd not been checked out more. All I'd done was hand over an ID card. An expired ID card. One call to Global Solutions would have seen me booted out of there.
“Don't act suspicious.” Benedict's sudden advice made me jump a mile, startling both Charity and the concierge. I bent slightly and rubbed at the side of my thigh. “Cramp,” I lied. “Should eat more potassium.”
“You should always carry a banana,” Charity replied. “Bananas are good for you.”
I stopped dead and stared at her. “Did you just quote Doctor Who?”
She grinned back. The elevator bumped to a stop. I chuckled and shook my head, then followed the concierge out. We were several floors up, given how much of the surrounding landscape I could see through the panoramic windows. The elevator shaft was in the center of the room. Around it was a circle of desk consoles, all facing out, operated by men and women in navy slacks and white polo shirts with the Archeva Meteorological's logo embroidered on the right breast.
The exception was the olive-skinned woman of about fifty who approached. She wore air force blues, complete with several ribbons. Though her manner was crisp, her smile seemed genuine as she held a hand out to me.
“Colonel Kendra Robertson,” she said. “Very nice to meet you, Doctor McKenna.”
“Grace, please.” I indicated Charity. “This is my associate, Miss Charity Peterson.”
“Miss Peterson,” the colonel greeted, then turned back to me. “I heard you had something of great importance to tell me, as a matter of urgency.”
“Yes.” I glanced about. “Is there somewhere a little more private that we can discuss this?”
“I do have an office, but my presence is required here. We'll be launching Precipityon in an hour.”
“It's about that launch. I—I mean, Global Solutions, needs you to delay the launch. We've reason to believe the rocket has been sabotaged.”