Ryan was a long way from that day on the hilltop when they danced to the Lord and celebrated their new brother Osher.
Now he didn't even have any idea where Osher or Tibbins were. He assumed that they had gone back to their old neighborhoods and their old lives. They would blend into the Darkhellian landscape better than he would, because they were native Darkhellians. They might even go on evangeilizing for the Lord. Ryan just had no way of contacting them or even the motivation to contact them. In three more minutes, he would be dialing the vis-box and going home.
Any others from the team who were able should have been at the PTV station by now, but Ryan couldn't see any of them. They must not be in situations where they could safely get to the station. It looked like Ryan would be alone.
He noticed that the vis-box was busy. He hoped the person would get off their call by the time he needed it. It wasn't a problem if his was later than noon, but his anxiety was so high that he thought he'd pass out if he had to wait any longer.
The seconds ticked by, and Ryan tried to relax and look at the vis-paper, looking for anything about Winston or the other team members, so he could tell the mission what had happened to them.
Finally, the caller left the viz-box and Ryan stood up and walked quickly but casually to it and activated the privacy door.
The emergency number he had been given was long, and his fingers jittered as he tried to touch the number pad. He finally gave up and activated the voice-dial feature of the vis-box and said the number in as clear a voice as he could.
The vis-box'screen came alive and Ryan saw the face of the angel who was going to rescue him.
It was Fern.
Now he didn't even have any idea where Osher or Tibbins were. He assumed that they had gone back to their old neighborhoods and their old lives. They would blend into the Darkhellian landscape better than he would, because they were native Darkhellians. They might even go on evangeilizing for the Lord. Ryan just had no way of contacting them or even the motivation to contact them. In three more minutes, he would be dialing the vis-box and going home.
Any others from the team who were able should have been at the PTV station by now, but Ryan couldn't see any of them. They must not be in situations where they could safely get to the station. It looked like Ryan would be alone.
He noticed that the vis-box was busy. He hoped the person would get off their call by the time he needed it. It wasn't a problem if his was later than noon, but his anxiety was so high that he thought he'd pass out if he had to wait any longer.
The seconds ticked by, and Ryan tried to relax and look at the vis-paper, looking for anything about Winston or the other team members, so he could tell the mission what had happened to them.
Finally, the caller left the viz-box and Ryan stood up and walked quickly but casually to it and activated the privacy door.
The emergency number he had been given was long, and his fingers jittered as he tried to touch the number pad. He finally gave up and activated the voice-dial feature of the vis-box and said the number in as clear a voice as he could.
The vis-box'screen came alive and Ryan saw the face of the angel who was going to rescue him.
It was Fern.
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