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ashockingbitchSwift was gone. So was Apollo. That wasn't the worst part; the worst part was that Midnighter didn't even know someone was missing. Jenny hadn't had the heart to tell him yet. Right now, she was gearing up for an argument as she stalked into the situation room. "We need to land the Carrier."
Everyone turned to her, and it was, unsurprisingly, Jenny Quantum (no, seriously, who had thought that was a good name?) who asked, "Excuse me?"
"Did you go deaf? Finland's disappeared, and so has my brand of cigarettes. We need to land the Carrier. The Sahara would be good. Or the Arctic. Nice and wide open. The Bleed is completely untenable at this point," which was true. Five million alarms went off if they even tried to access it, "If something on the ship vanishes which is going to impact our ability to stay in the sky, we're done. So we need to bring it down."
"I'm more concerned about something vanishing that's going to decontain the baby universe," Jack told her.
"We don't have any control over that," Jenny reminded him. "If it happens it's the end of the world anyway, so who bloody well cares? If Angie can--"
"Who's Angie?"
Jenny paused, looked around the room. No Engineer. "The Engineer," she tried without much hope of success.
"The Engineer died years ago."
"She's the second--how do you think we manage with this thing?" She pressed her fingers into her eye sockets. This was bad. This was so bad. "Bloody hell."
"Right," Jack said. "So we're landing the Carrier. Let's get to work...figuring out how to make that happen without killing everyone."
That was, Jenny thought, a considerably larger question mark without Angie, and it hadn't been a sure thing before. But she just shared a look with Habib and went to get a drink. Thank God alcohol hadn't disappeared yet.
Everyone turned to her, and it was, unsurprisingly, Jenny Quantum (no, seriously, who had thought that was a good name?) who asked, "Excuse me?"
"Did you go deaf? Finland's disappeared, and so has my brand of cigarettes. We need to land the Carrier. The Sahara would be good. Or the Arctic. Nice and wide open. The Bleed is completely untenable at this point," which was true. Five million alarms went off if they even tried to access it, "If something on the ship vanishes which is going to impact our ability to stay in the sky, we're done. So we need to bring it down."
"I'm more concerned about something vanishing that's going to decontain the baby universe," Jack told her.
"We don't have any control over that," Jenny reminded him. "If it happens it's the end of the world anyway, so who bloody well cares? If Angie can--"
"Who's Angie?"
Jenny paused, looked around the room. No Engineer. "The Engineer," she tried without much hope of success.
"The Engineer died years ago."
"She's the second--how do you think we manage with this thing?" She pressed her fingers into her eye sockets. This was bad. This was so bad. "Bloody hell."
"Right," Jack said. "So we're landing the Carrier. Let's get to work...figuring out how to make that happen without killing everyone."
That was, Jenny thought, a considerably larger question mark without Angie, and it hadn't been a sure thing before. But she just shared a look with Habib and went to get a drink. Thank God alcohol hadn't disappeared yet.
