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    The Fifth: First Iteration
    The Fifth: First Iteration
    The Fifth: First Iteration
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    The Fifth: First Iteration

    By Nicole Rye

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    Sar'i.

    Uzuru.

    Gaiel.

    Earth.

    None of these four worlds had anything to do with each other. Until now. And whether or not they'll survive meeting each other is in the hands of a small group of people who have no idea how to prevent the worst from happening. And if they don't prevent the worst from happening? Everything will end.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNicole Rye
    Release dateJul 17, 2013
    ISBN9781301149476
    The Fifth: First Iteration
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    Nicole Rye

    Nicole Rye grew up on a farm/ranch but currently lives and works in Greeley, Colorado. She's been writing since she was a child and is very grateful for everyone who has supported her. Thank you.

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      The Fifth - Nicole Rye

      The Fifth

      First Iteration

      Nicole Rye

      The Fifth: First Iteration

      by Nicole Rye

      Published By Nicole Knuppel

      Copyright 2013 Nicole Rye

      Smashwords Edition

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      To Camille, who fell in love with Nibs.

      Chapter One

      London, Earth

      "It's still not too late for tea," Mrs. Dobson informed her boss when she came back half an hour late from her meeting.

      Mrs. Dobson was the secretary in a rather swank London business office that specialized in energy production and consumption. Mrs. Dobson believed magic and fantasy were a waste of time and effort, to be left to those who can't get a good job. Mrs. Dobson was a very unimaginative person, which is why it is probably just as well that this story isn't about her. Mrs. Dobson was stern and hardworking, all sensibility and no nonsense and believed her much younger boss to be the same. In many ways, she's right. A. Louise Sanders earned her high position and wasn't even thirty yet. Tall and thin with her hair cut in a short, severe style, she tended towards pantsuits and flats. Adding her lack of endowment to the chest, the first impression she gave was rather masculine. Most of her male colleagues preferred to think of her as masculine as well. It made it easier for them to deal with her and her dark, unnerving stare. Mrs. Dobson was convinced that if her boss cared more for fashion and her appearance, she could very well be a super model and she would receive many more bouquets like the one that arrived today. This was the closest Mrs. Dobson ever came to flights of fancy.

      Thank you, Mrs. Dobson, but I promised my brother I'd meet him for lunch soon, A. Louise Sanders said as she juggled her laptop bag and her briefcase with Mrs. Dobson long enough to set some files on Mrs. Dobson's desk and grab the pile Mrs. Dobson was handing her.

      Lunch? Mrs. Dobson said, sounding scandalized as she took the files. It's after four, nearly five! It's far too late for lunch.

      Not for my brother, A. Louise Sanders said with a small smile at her secretary before heading for her office, calling, Feel free to finish up early for the day. I'll be leaving soon.

      Alright. Oh, you got a lovely bouquet of purple flowers today. Lavender, I believe.

      Lavender, her boss muttered before saying, Thank you, Mrs. Dobson. She shut her office door behind her and didn't bother with the light.

      A. Louise Sanders' office had one window which looked outside. The blinds on it were nearly but not quite drawn closed, allowing enough light to see the shadows that filled the room; the shadows that were answering her email on the desktop computer and organizing her files. The fact A. Louise Sanders didn't find this odd at all should tell you something about her. Instead, she paid attention to the bouquet that indeed consisted of freshly-bloomed lavender framed in mint. A simple, unfolded card in cream read, See you soon! and was signed with a smiley face.

      Someone's certainly overstepping the boundaries of the restraining order, the owner of the office muttered as she threw away the bouquet, card, flowers, and all. She spent the remaining time until five going over meeting notes and making sure she had the files she needed for tomorrow. Then, at five sharp, she grabbed her purse and melted into the shadows, disappearing entirely. Mrs. Dobson opened the door not five minutes later.

      Ms. Sanders, do you need anything before I take my leave? Mrs. Dobson then stopped and blinked at the dark, empty office.

      Huh, she said to herself as she closed the door, I must not have seen her when she left.

      Chicago, Earth

      Hey, Nibs, want to grab something to eat? the college professor asked his colleague, a twenty-something man with shaggy blond hair and casual dress sense.

      Nibs was not his real name. He refused to go by his first name but, unlike his twin, he hadn't been able to fall back on a much plainer middle name so he'd been stuck with the nickname. Now being called anything else just felt wrong to him. He was Nibs, even if it wasn't on any of his official papers. Thankfully, most Americans didn't know enough about British humor to get the joke.

      No, thanks. I'm meeting someone, he begged off before heading down a side path and away from his coworker. This part of the university was actually rather empty at this time of day, what with the early risers at lunch and the late risers in their first class of the day. A shadowy corner, not always easy to find so close to noon, provided the rest of what he needed as he rapped an odd pattern on the darkest shadow. It took on a humanoid shape before becoming larger and darker until finally A. Louise Sanders' shadowed form came forth and solidified.

      About time, she complained, You know I hate traveling that far without an anchor.

      Then why do you keep doing it, Lulu?

      Like many people did when their siblings said or did something stupid, she smacked him, although like many people who display this particular form of affection, it was more sound than pain. Nibs dutifully went, Ow, and then elbowed her back. Traditional horseplay concluded, A. Louise, or Lulu as she was more affectionately called, asked, Are we eating or not?

      Sure. My class ran late so let me just get my wallet.

      I can pay. I do make more money.

      With what? They don't accept British pounds or euros here and I still remember you calling me up in the dead of night to bitch about how the bank cut you off because they thought your card was stole when you decided to use it on an entirely different continent.

      Lulu accepted this reasoning with an annoyed huff and they headed to Nibs's office. They reached it with no problems, only to be faced with a locked door. Nibs started searching his pockets, prompting Lulu to ask, Lost your keys again, have you?

      No. I know exactly where they are.

      Oh?

      They're in the top drawer of my desk in my office, Nibs said. Lulu frowned.

      Then what are you looking for?

      These, Nibs replied as he finally found a set of lock-picks. Lulu raised an eyebrow.

      Aren't those illegal here? she asked as Nibs inserted a pick into the lock.

      Some states let you carry them as long as you don't intend to use them to steal.

      Is this state one of them?

      No, Nibs said with an innocent smile as the door clicked open. He entered his office, tucked the lock-picks in a pocket, tossed his bag of books on the floor out of the way, and grabbed his wallet from the desk before heading out, letting the door automatically swing shut and lock behind him.

      Keys? Lulu said pointedly. Nibs paused.

      Oops.

      ~*~*~*~*~*~

      Since Nibs didn't have another class until two and Lulu was done with her work day, lunch was a leisurely affair. The twins mostly talked about work, Nibs sharing some of the funnier assignments he'd had to grade thus far and Lulu talking about her meeting.

      He claims to have the perfect renewable energy source.

      Does he?

      His battery worked brilliantly, I'll give him that, but he refused to reveal his source or even hint at it, which suggests it's either not as renewable as he claims it is or it's very illegal.

      Huh. The conversation shifted to a different topic at that point.

      "This

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