Avalon

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Loosing Ground

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Another day sitting at the rooftop parking lot of the building across the street. It was still like couple weeks until the Gala event. Time was running out faster than Nate knew how to prepare for the job or the other thing.

The thing was that Nate discovered his lungs were getting worse faster this time around which meant his own time was seeping through his fingers even faster than other times before. And he had to make his plan happen because now he had no choice. He needed the money for the procedure before his oxygen levels dropped too low. Nate already felt his breath hitching in his chest and the cough was slowly increasing the risk of his secret mission to fail.

There was still one thing Nate had to check. Before his fate will be sealed. It may never help to survive without procedure but it was supposed to assist in cutting off the chances to fail.

Roland had made sure Nate knew the freshest update. The plan was for him to get in contact with some associate and set the transportation units ready. Then he had to make them fit for escape. Fuel thankfully wasn't an issue in this world so he just had to find a remote enough station for fuelling and then hide the things until the next orders. He will have to make sure the law officers don't find the crafts so that means resetting of the programs and all tech including the following memory protocol.

Yes, Nate had abilities in technology and hiding. Ge possibly had some more he never did try to sort out. Which meant the technopath had an extra task to manage before the big day.

Well, these memory protocols were created for many reasons and one was theft. Another one was the accidents. The log usually kept very intricate and detailed recording of traffic and in case of accident was crucial in solving the issue for police.

But what was important for Nate was theft protocol. Because n case of maintaining the original system without override police will easily find who took it. Those were possible especially in Nate's case since his ability let's him snatch crafts without the key which is why police can find thief if override is not done.

So he had to make sure to wipe all tech clean and keep it that way.

For the part Nate was most into was actually getting inside the ballroom and to the higher levels from the inside undetected and manage to line up most valuable ones for autopilot head way.

Nate made this system for multiple craft grab years ago to actually make it possible. It was mostly telepathic and usually took a lot out of him.

This job was going to be even more energy taking. The more crafts hooks up to chain and his brain the less energy he was left to operate with. And it was risk. A risk he counted on every time. It would be his most extensive job so far though. And if his brain would suddenly malfunction then he was truly screwed.

So with that he kept collecting data about the place itself and location. He also did calculate enough traffic data for daytime and night and special patrol schedules and security measures.

But it still wasn't enough to shake the trembles away completely. Something just started to feel iffy as day by day passed. In his mind Nate went over his plans and main plan over and over again. So far his Intel and observations went smooth as gliding Kanker craft.

Sighing deeply and catching up on hacking cough for minute or three Nate missed the young man clad in black suit sneaking past the security guards by main entrance and slipping inside. He also missed the man's wary glance he cast around before disappearing inside seconds before the woman with catering team rounded the same corner and checked in with the guards.

When he was done hacking up half his lungs Nate took to his nebulizer for another twenty minutes and when it was done daylight just begun to seep away from the deep blue with violet and red streaked sky.

Usually the sight was just as spectacular as it ever could be. Nate missed Earth sunsets more than he ever admitted to anyone but Noel. The way sun slipped down the horizon coloring the ocean and sky in burst of all the tones and hues that always reminded of home.

Noel loved it too but in different ways. He was always admiring the sky just before storm came. He especially was obsessed with clouds and wind and general love for stormy weather but still got only truly moved by the sky as a storm approached. Because he adored the shapes of the dark clouds and how the sun played with them before it was either tornado touching down or thunderstorm hitting.

But it was never like that on this planet. It was constantly changing and shifting with all the moons and suns that came with different galaxies and planetary systems.

It was a whole other world he was learning to accept and love equally. Because there no more was the Earth that was...