08 Mar Spotlight: The Watchtower by Darke Conteur
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His first day at Terin Global wasn’t what Martin Cunningham expected. A sultry boss, a classy receptionist, the drama-queen foreigner, and a painfully shy techie who prefers hiding to human interaction, was the oddest group of characters he’d ever met. When an assassination attempt is made against his new boss, Martin comes face to face with the stuff of nightmares.
Now he and his new co-workers must race to prevent another attack, but where do they start? There’s very little to go on, and the only solid piece of evidence escaped through the u-bend in the toilet. By the end of the day, Martin becomes one of the privileged few who really understands what lies in the shadows, and what it means to work Terin Global.
The rain pelted the windshield of the SUV as the vehicle darted between traffic on the QE2 freeway. Martin kept a close eye on Daniel from the passenger seat as the young man navigated his way through the traffic with an almost uncanny ability, and at speeds Martin wouldn’t push on a racetrack.
“How much further?” Barb asked from the backseat. She sat next to the Scot, keeping her focus solely on him as he sat resting next to her.
Martin looked back. They were in a race to save the Aslin’s life now, and it didn’t look like they were winning. Beads of sweat dotted the Scot’s forehead and chest. His long hair was damp from the wet cloth Barb dabbed around his face and neck. The worm might have been a newborn, but from the fevered state the Scot was in, it was still deadly.
“Maybe another ten minutes,” Daniel said, keeping his focus ahead of him. “This rain is really clogging up traffic.”
Martin glanced at Daniel, then back at the Scot. A pit of guilt gripped his stomach. “Is there anything I can do?”
The Scot slowly opened his eyes. “I think you’ve done enough for one day.” He rubbed the bandage on his injured hand.
Martin glanced at the tips of the Scot’s fingers. They were slightly darker than the rest of his hand and he wondered if it was caused by the flames. “I didn’t force that thing to bite you, and if you recall, I did try to warn you.”
The Scot pushed himself forward. “You distracted me with your yelling.”
Martin felt his own temper coming to a boil. “Hey, I was doing everything I could–”
“You were hitting a dangerously, magical creature with a common custodial broom!” The Scot narrowed his eyes. “I’m amazed we’re all not dead after that little stunt.”
“At least I was hurting it. Those flaming fingertips of yours just pissed it off!”
“Gentlemen, please,” Barb said. “Arguing over who is to blame is pointless. What’s done is done. We have to focus on getting Aslin out of danger.”
He’s right, you know,” Daniel said, taking a quick glance in the rear view mirror. “It knew Jezryall wasn’t in the room and wanted to get out. That’s why it bit you. You were in the way.”
Martin looked at Daniel. “How the hell do you know that?”
The Scot collapsed backward, and rested his head on the seat and closed his eyes. Barb reached over and placed her hand on his forehead.
“He’s getting warmer.”
Daniel jerked the SUV through traffic. “We’re almost to the turnoff.”
Martin sat forward in his seat. “I say we take him to the hospital. It’s only few blocks from the off ramp–”
“And tell them what?” Barb said. “They’d never believe us, and it would only bring up questions we can’t answer.”
Martin looked out the window as they crossed over a stone bridge. “We’re heading to Québec?”
“The Gemini live in an old part of Hull,” Daniel said, turning down a street.
Martin wasn’t paying attention as Daniel drove down one street after another. His mind was full of possibilities. Things he wished he’d done differently. So far, this was the worse first day of work he’d ever had.
About the Author
Darke Conteur is a writer at the mercy of her Muse. The author of stories in several genres, she prefers to create within the realms of the three ‘S’; Science Fiction, Steampunk, and the Supernatural. A gamer at heart, she also enjoys knitting, gardening, cooking and good music. When not busy writing, she watches over one husband, one wanna-be rock star, two cats, and one ghost dog.