Phoenix's Gamble
She had been finishing up her final year at college when she had felt Delta go on a whirlwind tour of the world with Phi. To be completely honest, she had found it a bit annoying since they'd decided to do so while she was finishing her last final exam, and the influx of planetary coordinates was rather distracting. They'd paused briefly in New York just as she'd turned the test over to her professor. She made her way back to her apartment as they teleported to Kentucky and Alaska, with Delta making a small side trip to Columbia. She had made it home and had been settling celebration plans with her roommate when they 'ported to Chechnya and her head erupted with a splitting migraine.
Delta was being electrocuted.
She had spent the rest of the day trying not to think about the fact that one of her Teleporters was probably going to die soon. That's how the pattern worked. The Hunters and their pet Sensers caught a Teleporter with their electric weapons. The Teleporter lost control of their ability and entered a state where they were 'porting in place every few seconds, but unable to actually go anywhere. The constant teleporting gave her a fierce headache from the information overload. Then the Teleporter would simply stop, their 'porting cut off abruptly. And then she would never feel them teleport again, the Hunters having killed them. Sad, but resigned, she pushed the pain from the constant 'porting away and focused on her graduation in a few days.
It had been a gamble choosing here.
Days passed, her graduation came and went, and Delta was still trapped in an unending teleportation that never went anywhere. Something was clearly going on and she had to find a way to help. Delta was her Teleporter; she couldn't just let the Hunters kill him. She knew they weren't the ones electrocuting Delta; they killed Teleporters quickly. Delta had been stuck for days.
Delta was being electrocuted.
Every Teleporter, she felt, had their safe place where they had most likely grown up. Since there was no way she'd be able to get into a war torn Chechnya, especially since she didn't even have a passport, she'd have to help her Teleporter when they hopefully escaped to their safe place. Unfortunately, Delta never seemed to use wherever his might be. So she looked through her files and went back to the earliest feelings she had from him. She was looking at a choice of either, a suburban house in San Diego or a patch of random dessert a few hours from there. Either way she was going to have to take a chance and choose one.
It was a gamble choosing this place.
A good fifteen miles off the closest highway was a white and red R.V. sitting under the desert sun. It had been sitting there for the past three days with its occupant only emerging to set up a portable generator and to make and use a cooking fire. The owner of the R.V., Phoenix, was a young woman in her mid twenties. She was of average height, had dark brown hair and eyes, and a tan complexion. On the whole she was an extremely normal looking person and could easily disappear in a crowd. The only thing a little off was the red rings around her pupils, not that many people got close enough to see those.
She had been waiting
It had been a simple manner to borrow her grandparents' R.V. for a 'post-graduation' cross-country trip. The drive from North Carolina to California had been a long one, but she'd made good time, only stopping when she absolutely needed to. Her mind had been buzzing constantly with Delta's teleporting and she worried about the state they would be in if or when they finally got free.
Delta was being electrocuted.