s*t*a*r*s 7 - pt 120

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             "Son of a bitch," says Mike as he hefts another arm load of books onto the table.  Sydney, the good Sydney, who is still at Sean's, teleports them from the table. 

             "Spencer was correct," says Dathan softly as he flips through another book.  "This is most definitely my father's script.  It was also written well after we thought he had passed from this life to another.  Obviously his death was hidden."

             Spencer stands off to the side, a huge bubble of energy masking their presence at the school.  It's blue and flexes and pulses.  "Can we hurry this up a bit?  I can't sap every single fish in the damn sea or I'll never eat another haddock again," grumbles the teenager.

             Dathan turns and looks at her.  "Do you taste what you sap energy from?"

             "Sometimes," says Spencer.  "Gives me heartburn, too."

             Mike and Dathan hurry to the final achieve in the back of the room and drop book after book on the table.  The dust in the underground cavern makes Spencer cough.  More books disappear and Spencer sees the glimmer of a dark yellow flash.  "Stop, stop!"

             Dathan stops and shifts to look at Spencer and he says, "What is wrong?"

             "That last batch, our Sydney didn't teleport it," says Spencer.  She pulls her cell phone from her pocket and tosses it to Dathan.  "Call the house and tell them to send Shelby."

             "No," snaps Mike.  "She's safe at Sean's."

             "We are all in danger here, Mike," says Spencer.  "I have a thought."

             Dathan makes the call.

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