Nova Swing

Whatever Vic thought, she had made her way here across the Halo, planet to planet, starting out two years old in the crook of Emil Bonaventure’s arm. He could see the operator far down inside, and the Point kid, and in there with them both the artefact, still white and unknown, some animal-like thing running towards Vic across the event site. She was some Sport Crime tailor’s experiment or joke, laid like an ambush for people like Vic. In a moment everyone might be dead. “Paulie,” he managed to say finally, “things here have tipped in the worst possible direction.” But Paulie’s attention had wavered and moved on.