Sliding into the quiet confines of the car, he shook his head to the inquiries of the driver. “What happened back there?” the accented driver asked insistently. “A cable broke.” “A cable?” “Yeah, snapped and uncoiled like a snake.” Wes gave the address, then fell backward next to Morgan, not even realizing they were still holding hands. Disengagement was awkward. Wes mumbled an apology, to which Morgan responded just as uncomfortably. They pulled into a deserted industrial park, asking the driver to let them out around the corner from the Pendragon building. The wind had died down. The sky cleared, revealing a sparkling canvas of stars. Wes searched upward, his eyes finding the constellation Hydra. Morgan gazed up, asking, “What are you looking for?” He pointed to a long chain of stars. “That’s Hydra. Hercules slew Hydra.
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