“That was a
good match,” says Sam as we exit the base in civvies, “Even if you cheated at
the end.”
“I didn’t
cheat,” I protest, “I just used an advantage that the battlefield granted me to
win.”
“In an
official match, that would have been considered cheating and you would have
been disqualified,” points out Sam.
“In a real
battle, your foe wouldn’t have cared and would beat you,” I counter.
“True,” agrees
Sam, “You have to admit that I would have taken you out otherwise.”
“It would have
taken you a while, but you would have,” I concede, “Then again, you are the
second most powerful superhuman in the British Isles minus Narszara.”
“That I am,”
says Sam with a grin.
“Do you want
hear what Janelle found out about the Blackguard Breakout?” I inquire, “She filled
me in as I was getting changed.”
“Definitely,”
replies Sam.
“Well, Prison
Officer Glenn Bateson was always a troublemaker so it was really only a matter
of time before he ended up on the other side of the law,” I explain, “He was
discretely paid a lot of money from anonymous source. We’re talking tens of
millions here so it is no surprise at someone like Bateson accepted the offer.”
“Oh for sure,”
mutters Sam, “That much money should traceable. At least to us if not to
government. We’re able to use illegal methods that they can’t after all.”
“Surprisingly,
Janelle was unable to track it and if she couldn’t, I won’t be able to either,”
I reply, “Call me paranoid, but I think it was the Machine’s creator who paid
him.”
“Really?”
inquires Sam, “Why so?”
“Because
Bateson was told to wait until I was there with the media tour before breaking
them all out,” I tell him, “That breakout was a trap set for me. But don’t go
spreading that around. I don’t want our enemy to know we know and it might get
us some unneeded bad PR.”
“I
understand,” says Sam, “Any closer to finding out whom this mysterious enemy of
ours is?”
“Not really,”
I reply, “Other than they have access to large amounts of outdated Sektain
technology and mass amounts of money, there isn’t much they left out there.
Personally I’m hoping that I can use the sensors I brought off Darrac to find
out more information.”
“What is
Darrac up to?” asks Sam, “I know he is still hanging around the planet, but not
anything more than that.”
“He is
visiting Mia over in Australia,” I reply, “Darrac is getting to know the family
and new life of his captain and they’re getting to know him and her old life.”
“Darrac isn’t
getting into any trouble is he?” inquires Sam.
“Hah!” I
laugh, “Between him being him and his spaceship, there isn’t much that can actually
trouble Darrac. But he is playing nice due to Mia. Even if he wouldn’t suffer
consequences, his captain would.”
“I assumed he
cares about Mia then,” says Sam.
“He is
absolutely loyal and devoted to his captain,” I reply, “From what I have found
out, Darrac is cooperating nicely with the authorities like Mia has been.”
“So do you
think these new sensors will help?” asks Sam.
“Without
doubt,” I tell him, “I’m certain that our foe is using outdated Sektain tech
leftover from the Invasion to keep them hidden. This modern Sektain tech should
counter that advantage of theirs.”
“Just don’t go
into more detail,” says Sam.
“Why not?” I
tease him, “I’m sure you would enjoy it.”
“Oh no,” says
Sam with mock horror, “Whatever shall I do to escape this horror.”
I snigger and
Sam soon joins me.
“But on a more
serious note,” I say as I stop laughing, “MI9 has finally sorted things out for
the Rileys. They should be able to get back to a normal life. Or least more
normal than what they got currently.”
“They should
be looking forward to that,” says Sam, “Well, I don’t know about the kids, but
Mr and Mrs Riley will be.”
“Yeah, the
kids have been getting along great with their Auntie Narsey,” I reply.
“Have you
called her that?” asks Sam, “Narsey that is.”
“Would you?” I
counter.
“True,”
replies Sam with a laugh, “But you are her lord.”
“And I don’t
want to know how far that extends in this case,” I reply.
“Talking about
Narszara,” says Sam, “Have you considered the idea of sending her to school for
education like some have suggested?”
“You have to
be kidding me!” I laugh, “Sending Narszara to school would just be asking for
trouble. You wouldn’t believe the body count she would rack up in a mere week.
Besides, even if she is only thirteen years old, her people grow up faster both
physically and mentally. As of such, her body is more in its late teens and her
mind is that of a young adult rather than a girl who has just entered her
teens.”
“This is the
point where we go our separate ways,” says Sam as we come to a halt at the
junction of a road.
Sam is correct
as his route home requires a turn to the right while my own route means that I
need to go left.
“See you
tomorrow then,” I tell him, “Give your parents my regards.”
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