Xlomoph – Simultaneous, Two Hours Earlier
The sky above Xlomoph was the color of a bruise, the hue born from the constant discharge of energy that bled from the facility's cooling towers. Great arcs of blue-white electricity jumped between transmission lines, and the air tasted of ozone and burnt rubber.
Emma crouched behind a collapsed billboard, her red hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She was grinning.
"Fey. Tell me you've got a way through that fence without turning us into charcoal."
Fey lay flat on her stomach beside her, a pair of modified goggles over her eyes. She looked bored. She always looked bored. Her blue hair was messy, her clothes rumpled, but her hands never stopped moving, calibrating a small device that hummed with contained energy.
