“Bloody fine mess those Strikeforce bastards have put us in,” Grissom said as he walked down the hall. “Where’s Grimm when we need him?”
“He took his vacation,” Tayden answered. “He needed it, after all.”
“Eh,” the Sandcrawler replied. “Can’t really ask Danny to take up the reigns, can we? Comes back to find out about all the carnage that happened while he was away. And now this.”
The two stopped and peered into the Rec. Room. Danny was sitting across the table from Adem Different. The Aussie from the future peered at the stranger, trying to filter in all the information he knew about this new team mate.
“So,” he finally began, “you’re from another planet?”
“Another galaxy, in fact.” Adem replied.
“And this computer, Jym, came with you?”
“Not a computer. An AI. And, yes, he did arrive with me, much to my dismay. But we’ve been working together to make the best of the situation. He does whatever research I need and relays the data to me.”
“So he, what, talks to you on some alien radio frequency to your brain?”
Adem held up his arm to show the materializing screen on the sleeve of his suit. “No, he uses this unit. It’s more practical. Imagine how silly it would be for me to converse with a voice in my head.”
Danny’s expression angered a little bit. “Wanker.”
“What?”
Tayden and Grissom finished ease dropping and continued on down the hall. “Without Grimm around and Danny being too out of the loop right now, what are we going to do about this Merlin guy?” the ex-angel asked.
“Well, I still have some mates in the RAF and elsewhere,” Montag answered. “Let me ring them up and see what they’ve got on this Strikeforce and Merlin.”
