CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Like the last time I logged off, it was practically instantaneous. The scene of Olga holding back Abaddon’s doomsday fist was replaced by a simple black nothingness, and an instant later, I felt that same abrupt motion like I’d fallen into my chair. A second later, my VR headset popped off my head and I once again found myself sitting in the wide-open interior of Vault F.
It took my senses a couple of seconds to reorient back to the real world, but even before they did that, I jumped out of my chair and ran over to the computer terminal. Unfortunately, I stumbled a few times on my way there like a drunk guy, although by the time I reached the terminal, I was feeling much better.
I immediately began typing a message into the terminal:
OLGA! OLGA, ARE YOU THERE? IT’S ME,
