Free Tesser: A Dragon Among Us (A Reemergence Novel) by Chris Philbrook Page A

I thank you all for your hard work. We could not have done this without all of you, and we will not be able to keep doing it without you."
    This time, no one held their applause.
    I hope I get one of those transfer letters.
    Two hours later, a tall man that looked like he belonged in the Secret Service visited Matty at her cubicle and wordlessly handed her a thick blue envelope with a smile. It contained transfer papers for her to join Project Amethyst.
    Yeah, bitches.

Chapter Thirteen
    Abraham "Abe" Fellows

    I have consumed so much Red Bull I think my piss will never be clear again. Nuclear urine for me.
    Abe rubbed some sticky cobwebs out of the corners of his eyes. He had been awake for a long time. So long he couldn't actually place when he'd woken up. Everything was a caffeinated blur.
    Where the fuck is this guy?
    Abe had only just gotten back into Mr. Doyle's massive home. He was still sweaty from the mid-July sticky, evening heat and his Wolverine t-shirt still clung to his back. His mission had been to scour the streets and alleys near the ATM where the footage of the man with the golden eyes had been taken. He went from corner to corner for almost ten hours, asking each bum, two-dollar hooker, and store owner if he or she had seen the man.
    In fact, many had seen him, though none had laid eyes on him in the past few weeks. Some of the more helpful shop employees in the area had thought he'd moved on to a different part of the city. With no solid leads, Abe was at a dead end.
    Internet to the rescue.
    Abe washed his face in the marble sink in the grand guest bathroom outside his second floor bedroom. Sitting down to start his electronic search in earnest, he cracked open yet another can of Red Bull.
    Alright, let's try WWS again. See if anyone has put this together other than Mr. Doyle and I.
    He pointed his browser at Wizards Warlocks and Sorcerers.  
    Whoa.
    The number of threads and replies had increased significantly since his last visit. The amount of new accounts had spiked as well. Each had one of a few similar stories.  
    Foremost, there were the sightings. People across the world had begun to… see things. Small creatures in the woodlands that looked out of place. Outright bizarre sightings in some cases. Several forum threads spoke of fairies in secluded forests and the semi-human footprints of something gigantic in their gardens. From all the corners of the world, there were pictures of blurred things moving in the distance. It was eerie.
    Secondly, there were the threads that captured the thrill and excitement of someone who had done something special. Something magical.
    Lucky fuckers.
    These people were able to wield a moment of energy, a second of sorcery, and had no idea who to talk to or what to do next. Some people had done a single, miniscule thing before their power had fleeted away but others were experiencing days of repeated miracles. One woman shared her excitement that she was now able to mix her pie dough by simply swirling her finger in a circle from the other side of the kitchen.
    Big fucking deal. So you can make pie with magic. Can you pee standing up? Huh? Make a spell that does that and get back to me.
    But alas, WWS was empty of anything about the golden-eyed man.
    The Delphian Covenant was the same. The reporters, especially Abe's favorite, Oliver, were reporting on the sudden spike in paranormal activity. Oliver had written a short blog update on the Covenant about his arrival in Northern Scotland at an old castle that allegedly was showing signs of an angry ghost's return. Images of darkened castle passages with blood streaked walls danced across his monitor.
    Wow. That'll fuck with my sleep tonight.
    Still, there was nothing of the golden-eyed man.
    Shit. Social media it is.
    Twitter revealed nothing, despite Abe's sizable list of people he followed. Twitter had not yet entered into the magical arena, and none of the celebrities he followed had anything to add to his search.