With one last wave goodbye, Fitz stepped back into his transporting room, and winked out of sight. That left Nara, Adam, and Tobias standing in the street, wondering what would happen next.
"Well... guess I'll see you, then," Adam shrugged. He began to walk toward the police station.
"I'll walk you home," Nara offered. The coatless Tobias nodded, and together, they started off for his apartment. They would probably end up taking the bus.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Somewhere, in a far-off laboratory... "Did we manage the scan?" Locke's voice rasped. His mechanical tails whirled. Even here, safe (or so he assumed) here in his hideout with his dear Marisol, he'd felt the probing glare of that wretched Hollowheart. But it was her loss, ultimately. She hadn't identified the scan probe before his people had withdrawn it. And in the process, she'd alerted him--oh, had she alerted him--to the presence of her little Hub, and all the people within it.
If the probe had landed on her, that would have been ideal. But the Meji was not a bad consolation prize. Locke had always assumed the game show host to be merely another trickster, doing his little gigs for the benefits of his audience. But he had demonstrated too much power for Locke to ignore him now. If Tobias had kept a low profile, he might have been safe. But that little rabbit spell showed just how much power he truly held.
But the blot had landed on his
coat Of all the misfortune!
Marisol seemed to sense his nerves, and she cooed with a mechanical click. "Do not worry, me luv," she said. "'Air and dandruff. We've got plenty to work on, we 'ave."
"Have we?" Excitement stirred in his throat. He looked toward the formation chamber.
Marisol merely gestured with a wing. She must have activated some of her internal mechanisms as well. Light began to glow in the chamber, and shapes formed within. Balls of brilliance gathered and accumulated as if they were forming a star. But the substance inside grew darker and darker as it grew. The amorphous ball became longer, and them pointier, and then it started to grow extremities. The light grew darker and harsher until it became fur and nail. Soon, a small, curled-up form rested at the bottom of the chamber.
Marisol clicked her beak. The being inside stood, and blinked its immense, blood-red eyes.
"I am G-Meji. I am your creation. How may I serve you, my master?"[225, 195, 175, 30]