Chronicles of Han Storm, Preserving Creata Part 1, 2, 3

Chronicles of Han Storm, Book 1, Part 3, Chapter 18

Preserving Creata

Chronicles of Han Storm - Book 1

Part 3

Progress

Han Starts working with his abilities, confirms his destiny and comes face to face with his previous life on Creata.

*** Eighteen ***

We passed the night without further interruptions and daylight found us preparing to leave early. Panam provided breakfast and I took my time to finish a good portion of it.

Racewater did not want any, preferring coffee. We were finishing up when there was a knock on the door.

Racewater admitted the same person that drove us here from the airport. We all followed him to the vehicle we came in last night.

We were finally receiving our first good look at Prosia. The apartment building we spent the night in was of monstrous proportions. It looked as if it spanned the whole block and as we turned the corner, I could see another entrance in that street as well.

Prosia differed in one huge way from New Haven.

It had plants and trees wherever you looked. As far as I could see, trees lined every side of the wide streets. Every spare bit of ground was covered by shrubs or flowers. The late Autumn flowers were almost ready to bloom. Birds could be seen and heard everywhere and the buzz of insects were evident even inside the vehicle.

Prosia also did not smell like the typical city. We had already passed three public parks and everything looked very neat and clean.

Panam asked the question in my mind – addressing the nameless driver.

"Does all of Prosia look like this?"

"Most of it, but we do have our slums too" the driver replied. "We try and keep those elements to the outer edges of the city. Midcity and the living and business areas mostly look similar to this."

"How do you keep it so neat and clean?" Panam asked his next question.

"Everyone found littering, or not recycling, is fined heavily. You could even be sentenced to a period of service with one of the clean-up crews if you cannot pay the fine."

"Are there any other rules and regulations we need to know about?" Racewater wanted to know.

"I will make sure you are issued with a code of conduct list. That should cover all the city common rules. Not that I think you will need it, as your flight is booked for this afternoon."

Racewater gave us a quick glance. "To where, if I may ask?"

"The destination is as yet unconfirmed. I am to take you to headquarters now and then back to the apartment to collect your things. Those were my only orders."

We stopped briefly at a gate leading to a huge building situated in an impeccably sculpted garden. The building was as black as the plane that brought us to Prosia. The same yellow insignia that I had noticed on the aircraft was on a plaque above the front entrance. It was a bird of prey with open wings.

We stopped in the back of a parking area and had to walk all the way to the entrance. Judging by the good quality vehicles in the parking area, this place spelt money with a capital M.

As we neared the building, I relinquished my easy, natural manner and found the icy place that kept my energy inside my body, my senses scanning the outside.