Chapter Twenty-Five
Transcendence  
(part 1)

Jay was cross legged, eyes closed, swaying gently with her music as she sat on the sculpted stone bench. The flute soared up and around, harmonizing with the small waterfall running into a little pond that was filled with thousands of colorful darting fish.
It melded it’s melody with the wind sighing and crashing through the trees and whistling in the grasses. Her ringlets of blonde hair danced gently on the wind, bouncing around her shoulders.
Her slender fingers pranced up and down the one of a kind instrument, cherished in her family, coming down from mother to mother for close to four hundred years until it came to her.
Along with the family estate.
Inherited amidst pain and wonder.
She poured her past into her music, blended in her present, wove in the hopes of the future, then tapered off as she slowly became aware of the vibrations in her stone seat. It took a moment to pull herself out of the musical world she had been one-hundred percent absorbed in, she laid the flute on across her lap and flexed her fingers.
Her phone was vibrating with the income mail notification. Jay reached over and navigated to the text, reading quickly. ‘All Eagle Agents: Report to HQ, mission briefing on arrival to location. Bring your R.E.A.D.Y. accoutrements. Your ETA will be thirty minutes from now.’
Jumping up she ran into the house and grabbed her stuff, not bothering to change from her casual capris, and sunny yellow t-shirt. She jerked her Walther P from its resting place and hastily donned the shoulder holster for it so be shoved into.
Throwing her stuff into the car she pulled out of the driveway and set off at the max speed she thought she could be safe at.

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Chapter Twenty-Five
Not all That is Gold Glitters
(part 5)

    She rammed the keys into the ignition and jerked them around, the car roared to life, she slammed it into reverse and pulled out of the parking spot.
It didn’t matter that she didn’t have her license yet, it didn’t matter that her au pair would be left in the park.
Katie drove several miles away until the anger wore off and she pulled into a store parking lot and turned off the car. Letting her head fall onto the steering wheel, she let the massive hot tears that were clambering to be let out, fall freely.
She hated her life, the only time she wasn’t miserable was when she was writing, or when she was with her new friends. She had secretly joined the Fourth Wall and hadn’t regretted it once. As her burning bitter tears ran out she became aware of her phone attempting to get her attention.
The screen flashed instantly, she picked it up and looked warily, hoping against hope that it wasn’t Felicia. A weak smile bloomed across her face, it was King.
She put the car in gear and set a course to swing by her house. She would have to make something up to cover her absence, not that her siblings or parents would care overly much.
And Felicia….. she hesitated then smiled suddenly as a pleasant thought hit, there was a bus station about five or six miles from the park.
Lady Prune would just have to walk.

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Chapter Twenty-Five
Construction
(part 2)

    Landon was busily attempting to construct two lego models at a time, one with each hand. He muttered under his breath and his head whipped from side to side as his mind computed the steps from two separate instruction booklets. A couple of years ago when he had discovered that it was difficult to multitask, to combat that news he had come up with a game to challenge and push himself. And what better type of game then one that included lego, one of his passions.
He had one challenge per week, each one had to be harder to some degree than the last one. This one was providing three-fold difficulties. Not only were the models, and therefore, the instructions completely brand new to him, but he was not inherently ambidextrous.
On top of that he was playing particularly annoying music in the background to make it harder to switch from one thing to the other fluidly. It was quite a good test he had to admit. However the ringing noise in underlay of the tuba section was really starting to grate his nerves.
Glancing over to his phone to see how long he had been working at the architectural assembly he realized that the ringing was actually a text from Danny King.
After giving it a quick read he sighed longingly, his challenge would have to wait.
At least it was delayed for a very worthy cause. 

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