Back in the Wards Flint was
staring into Kyte’s room, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth,
“Dakota?” he said without removing his gaze from the corpse of the girl who lay
in the bed merely feet away, “can you contact Olivia I want her opinion on how
to proceed, next can you call upon the healers, see if they have anyone willing
to attempt to take on this case.” He smirked as he could hear frantic
scrambling and crashes as Dakota struggled to find a pen and something to write
into. “We are going to also need some researchers, the way in which we heal
this girl is going to have to be different, almost radical and finally let Bee
know we are going to have guests for dinner”.
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Dakota was sat at one of the
three desks that had materialised in the room adjacent to where Kyte slept, she
had no knowledge of where these desks had come from but as she had returned
from the assembly she found then placed within the room, one was stacked high with
tomes full of all information of all types, one desk was covered in odd and
unusual equipment she could only assume was used in complex techniques. The
final desk was clear except for a single blank piece of parchment. it was about
the size of a A4 notebook but in the top right corner was emblazed a golden
symbol of angelic wings that arched into a complete circle, this was transcript
parchment. Angels used this paper to write letters or notes to one another and once
they had finished their note, they pressed their palm against the golden symbol and
it was almost instantly delivered to the address that they had marked. This
took such little power to do that it quickly became the most used form of
communication amongst the angels. The high elders and some military personnel
were created mobile tablets to carry on them at all times, allowing messages to
be sent while on their travels. Receiving one of these tablets was considered an
incredible honour.
She wrote quickly and formally in
the cases of the researchers and medical angels she had no real idea who they
were going to and with the conflict concerned with this case it would probably
be sent to some lowly barely trained worker. With the message to Olivia it
would have been almost offensive to talk to her as candidly, as she was her
master’s former master.
Whoever was going to take on this
girl was going to have to be brilliant and a fool.
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