Xyrin told me that the meeting place this time wasn't the usual Superpower Team contact point located 300 meters underground but an obscure little restaurant on the other side of the city. Judging from her tone when she called me, I deduced that if I couldn't show up in front of this impatient Miss within an hour, I would probably face a dire tragedy, the likes of which would make Hannibal Lecter pale—apparently, the girl had recently become addicted to torturing prototypes.
Of course, if that were the only pressure, it wouldn't be enough to motivate me much. Xyrin has a nasty temperament, true, but she knows her limits. The key thing was the sentence she dropped just before hanging up: "Olympus has appeared."
