Nessa’s projection, Enya, and Jamison peeked in unison from the kitchen. Trevon had disconnected the call, and he rested a moment before standing and wandering into the hall.
“Mama,” Jamison whispered.
“Yes, J?” Enya mumbled as she shifted her attention to where Trevon had gone.
“Can I go visit Nessa?”
“The alien?” Enya asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“Go ahead. I don’t care. Just be careful. Don’t stay gone too long.”
Jamison scampered away from the kitchen, but he stopped long enough to wave goodbye to his mother. She winked at him and waved back.
Nessa watched the whole scene from her holding unit. Jamison would tell her everything when he arrived; she was positive. Enya was up to something. That much was obvious.
Jamison materialized and disabled the security cams, as usual. Nessa deactivated the energy shield, as usual.
“It’s been done,” he said.
“I can leave?” Nessa questioned; adrenaline surged through her body.