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her
glee she turned the key and pushed the accelerator to the
floor.
    Yup...it
really did do 4.2 seconds. Simon didn't stir, except for a raised
eyebrow and a twitch of the lips.
     
7
     
    Upal rolled up
his sleeve. “I know this has worked on the whole town but you sure
this is going to work on us, we’re not exactly human Jnarn?”
    “That’s what
we want to find out. Tests I’ve done on your DNA show a fusion of
human and Din genetic material. Simon’s mum, the Earth goddess,
thinks it will be okay.”
    “Can you undo
it if it goes wrong?”
    “You won’t
die. Sally’s here in case you flat line on us.” Jnarn evaded
answering the question.
    “Great, that’s
really reassuring. No offence Sally.” His tone let all concerned
know he wasn’t convinced.
    “None taken.
It’s not as if I’ve had to go through any of this myself.”
    ‘Hey that’s a
point. Why don’t I just get one of you guys to give me a bit of
your essence, blood or semen.”
    “Well that
last one you’re on your own with but even with the other two it
would create a strong bond between us.”
    “But you’re
not Meta’s mate.”
    “No. But I am
connected with him on a very deep level. I think that’s why my
immortality came with shapeshifting and healing abilities. It means
I’m already part way to being at his evolutionary level. He knew
I’d been John’s mate in many lives. He didn’t want either us
burdened by an evolutionary mismatch.”
    “I can see
that it would be kind of cheating to give me and Mendal those kind
of abilities. Well apart from the shapeshifting which we can can
do. We’ve barely redeemed ourselves for our past lives. But
becoming a Malakim ...”
    “ … has to be
worked at. While humans in the town have taken the treatment and
are for all intents and purposes now immortal they will still need
to work at growing their awareness of the oneness that connects us
all if they want to raise their vibration rate to ascend to Malakim
level.”
    “So no
shortcuts”
    “No, no
shortcuts, sorry.”
    “Bugger. Oh
well. Better give me the damned shot then Jnarn.”
    “Actually you
can roll down your sleeve. I came up with an aerosol delivery
system before we gave the treatment to the town’s kids.” Jnarn
passed him an inhaler. “All you have to do is breath in as you
press the plunger.”
    “Easy-peasy!”
He took his fill of it. “Okay what now?”
    “It should
only take a few moments for the retrovirus to start invading your
system.”
    “Nah, nothing
happening... ah, shit!” A wash of heat flowed through him followed
by a freezing cold as his blood rushed to his vital organs. He
clutched his chest as pain seized his heart. Blackness took
him.
8
     
    With a mixture
of guilt and self-preservation Helena used her size to intimidate
her way off the plane, towards the front of the chaotic queue that
was jostling for overhead luggage. She made her way purposefully to
the nearest rest room in the gate lounge arrivals area. She needed
a moment to make a call. To the casual observer she just looked
like another tourist hurrying between flights, not like someone
running for her life. She had little doubt that things would get
difficult if her trailing mobster caught up with her. Hopefully he
was still held up in the exit queue on the plane.
    It was then
that fortune played her a card. She spotted someone she knew. Janic
Jasinski, if she remembered rightly. A Polish cinematographer who
had come to her university one time to document the research
breakthroughs they were making. His father had been in the Polish
anti-bureaucracy people’s movement, Solidarity. Rumor had it that
Janic was cut from the same cloth. She wondered if he might
recognize her. Did she even have a right to put him in danger?
Before she could make her decision he noticed her and came walking
over.
    “Helena
Ivanova, a delight to see you again. I noticed you on board the
plane but didn’t get a chance to catch your attention. You