I don't even pretend to understand how it all works. In theory, three people could go through three gates on opposite sides of the planet, at the exact same instant, and arrive in Haven hours apart. On the other hand, they could leave hours apart, but if they synchronized their transits right, arrive at exactly the same time. My head hurt just thinking about it. Well, that and because going through a gate causes massive, crushing headaches. They don't last long, but what they lack in duration, they make up for in vigor.
Edgar was, of course, waiting for us, and a little grumpy at that, since we cut it so close. His bad mood instantly evaporated when I showed him my new toys.
“Oh thank gods,” he breathed. “I was worried you’d settle on something janky. How much did the JP set you back?”
I thought he was going to faint with shock when I told him.
“Well, I guess I better bring my A-game,” he said. “I’ll take this to my workshop. You two grab some lunch. Cora, get some sleep, Mycroft, meet me at the range at 1400.”
“We don’t have to go together, do we?” I asked, a note of panic in my voice.
The car ride back had answered a lot of little questions, but after our little talk, Cora was back on her bullshit. And since she had no problem getting mean with it, I fired back in kind, and by the time we got to the gate, we were a sneeze away from beating the shit out of each other.
I guess that’s what she wanted, but it didn’t do anything to make me want to spend another second in the same room with her.
“What? No. Y’all look like you need a break from each other. Just don’t get into trouble.”
“No promises,” Cora said right before vanishing behind a shroud. I guess she was as tired of me as I was of her.
“Lemme guess, y’all had the talk?” Edgar asked, wincing in sympathy.
“You could say that,” I said.
“Better sooner than later. We’ll talk later. Go get some chow.”
“Wilco.”
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