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JUNE 10, 2012 2:11PM

Linc, A Serialized Novel, Part 193

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Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.

For the first part of the story…tehirschler.tumblr.com/Linc

 

The ploy seemed to have worked, the buzzing grew fainter on all sides as if the gunmen were being pushed back by the paniced people fleeing the scene. With the extra time this gave them, Linc and Moira made it to the entrance to the light rail station. In wordless agreement, they took the stairwell marked "Downtown" instead of the "University District". Linc hoped that deciding which way to go would slow down the gunmen once they made it into the station.

They pounded down the stairs, the buzzing growing more distant behind them. Linc was too concentrated on not tripping on the stairs to look back for any sign of their persuers, but he couldn't take for granted that they were in the clear. They clattered to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, turning the heads of the handful of people waiting for the next train. A glowing red sign above the platform informed them that the next train would arrive in one minute. That didn't sound like long, but he knew that could easily be enough time for the gunmen to catch up to them and take them into custody. He silently cursed himself, their escape route might have just become their prison. Linc paced back and forth, mulling the idea of running back up the stairs before they could be captured, but he could already feel the buzzing again and knew that they were running out of options.

"Downtown train arriving at the station, keep back," a serene female voice told them over the loudspeakers, he only hope it would be soon enough.

A breeze shot out of the darkened tunnel, accompanied by a low rumble, presaging the arrival of the train. The buzzing was stronger now and he knew it was a matter of seconds before the guunmen would be upon them. 

 

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