Be sure to check my page for the next installment of Flocking Movement: Triad. Should be up within the next day or so hopefully. Here's a teaser/preview while you wait and so people don't think its actually over. Hell no it isn't over. We're just getting started.

When Clay came to it was because something had changed. Amid so many artifacts to help refine his focus, allow him to reach back and see further into his own ancestry without the need of an Animus he could sense when they were off, because when they were out of tune so was he. They were resonating differently now, and Clay could feel the shift down in his bones. Something about the world had changed in a big way.

Clay slowly untangled himself from the straps he used to partially submerge himself, so that he wasn't bothered by sensations or gravity, and so his body wouldn't ache when he finally came out of his trance. Sometimes he'd be in there for hours. It was easier, but always slightly disorientating. He stumbled a little at first, his legs feeling weak from his session, when he stood on the tile. He reached out and touched one of the artifacts, they hummed when he ran his fingers across the crystalline surface and he frowned. This wasn't the frequency he'd set it at. One that helped his mind focus, soothing his thoughts and helped push back the rest of the phantoms of his condition.

Clay walked around the big house. Where had he put his computer? He needed to contact Hawk. He might know what was going on. He found it in the living room, where he'd left it. It looked like a simple pane of glass, but when Clay turned it on it erupted to life. The home screen flashed into being, arranging itself like falling blocks.

Clay brought up his way to communicate with Hawk. He was supposed to only contact him if it was important, or an emergency. He thought this qualified as important.

'Something's changed. Frequencies randomly changed. Reset. Something. What happened?'

He looked up when the alarm suddenly went off. He frowned. He was in the middle of the fucking Indian Ocean and as far as he knew no one was supposed to know he was here. He kept a low profile out here, and the proeathans didn't know he was here. He and Hawk had installed additional security since humanities fall. Built their own versions of the Eden Eyes. Ones that only registered proeathans. They'd never been triggered, none of the Eyes had been triggered since the proeathans had shown up.

It was the proeathan ones that were going off now.

He brought up the security screen. The Eye was attached to a bouy a few hundred feet away from the shore and it showed what had alerted it. Clay paled. What the Eye saw wasn't a direct danger to him, but it still made him nervous.

There were ships, of various sizes, flying over the water or moving through it. Not towards the island, rather by it. The bigger ones were the size of battle ships and aircraft carriers, and those were in the water. The others were in the air around them, smaller, though some were larger than human passenger planes, and they were armed. Every single one of them was sleak and curved, like they'd been poured into place seamlessly.

Clay took a picture of the screen and it saved to his computer. He kept the security feed up and went back to Hawk's message.

'This is heading west.' And attached the image. He sent the message. Hawk had rigged the computers to piggyback old satillite and internet connections that were now under proeathan control. The message would go through three proxy servers before bouncing back down to Hawk.

Message sent Clay directed his full attention back to the security feed. The ships passed the island, but Clay didn't turn off the feed. He'd keep an eye out until they were out of sight, beyond the horizon.

He was glad he did too, because one of the flying ones abruptly banked and started flying right towards his island.