Chapter 128

Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Eight

Sometime after taking the ramp down, Connor’s armor lights winked to life. They were feeble pinpricks at first, then they grew brighter. The same happened with Elise’s—Martienne’s—armor.

The archaeologist didn’t seem surprised. “The influence of this imprisoned thing can be insidious.”

Insidious…like the pocket of heat it had created in the area where they’d found the alien jailers’ hidden chamber.

That heat was gone now that the two of them were protected by the sled.

Outside the sled’s protective golden bubble, another avenue sped past in a blur. Only the alien machine’s subtle hum lingered.

He held out his hand. “Could I see the Asp?”

Elise blinked and looked around, confused. “I’d forgotten I even had it.”

Connor hefted the weapon, turning it over and checking the sophisticated mechanisms with care. After all it’d been through, he could still smell traces of the cleaning oil and the gunpowder residue. “The power has limits.”