Chapter 22
Spiker was not a man given to flights of fancy or imaginative speculations: he was a hard street fighter, with an intellect honed for immediate survival and short term advantage.
But his hand was resting flat on the surface of the Core when Tavia touched the ‘Call lift’ button on the laptop. And under his palm, he sensed a deep and instant tremor. It was so real and positive, he had a sudden and almost frightening vision of a giant metallic beast awakening in the bowels of the earth.
His mouth dropped open. “Tup! It’s coming!” Wide-eyed, he stared round at the others. “I can feel it!” Figgus shrugged and also pressed his palm on the Core.
But he didn’t want to admit Spiker could be right about anything, so he let his hand drop and spoke as if it was of small concern. “Yeah.
