Pryce Institute-Los Angeles

[Pryce]

Pryce Research N101
Omega 49


Altura took a deep breath. Or she tried to. What's wrong with me? She thought to herself.

Since the Kerimov she had been poked, scanned, and prodded , by Wesley, and by the Coalition medical branch; To no real effect. No one could find anything wrong with her. Nothing at all.

It unsettled her how people treated her now.The various Pryce crew avoided her; avoiding her eyes, finding reasons to leave the room.As if she was possessed. Maybe I am. The Coalition had cleared her of any infection related to the research, and having done so, lost interest in figuring out what had caused her rapid deterioration. Shannon had quietly told her to be thankful that was all the Coalition was going to do.There were rumors that they tended to disappear persons who had ceased to be useful, though generally less so with scientific personnel. Still.

Nathan Wells had put Rene, Wesley, and Shannon, on the Border Worlds Transport, while keeping the damaged Spatial in tow. Destination, the Pryce Institute, Planet Los Angeles.



It would be nice to see the Institute again.

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