In the future, where man has traveled to the stars and beyond. There exists guilds with special abilities. Two such guilds are the guild of assassins and the guild of mages. Their laws prevent them from working together. Reaper is the story of two members of the guild, who ignored their laws and who fight for the greater good.
Genre: Science Fantasy Romance
The
crumpling of paper alerted Bomba that something was wrong. She stretched,
turning to her side. More crumpling. She opened her eyes, her mind flooded with
memories. She jumped up and looked around. “Zion?” A quick scan told her that
not only was she alone, but her cloak was missing. She found the source of the
crumpled paper. A thick sheet with words written in an earth language. It took
her only a moment to decipher.
Saw something interesting
on the net, took your cloak to check it out. Should be back this evening. If
you decide to leave, make sure no one follows you. P.S. Don’t touch my stuff.
“Son
of a—Martha!”
An
image of the avatar appeared just above the sphere she planted earlier. “Yes
mistress?”
“Where
is Zion?”
“I
do not know.”
“He
took my over cloak. Track it.”
Martha
pointed to the night stand. “It appears he removed them.”
She
walked over to the night stand. Not only were the circuits there, but so was
his gun and a container of dirt positioned directly in the sunlight. “I blacked
out from over-exertion last night. Start from your portable pod’s activation up
to the moment that I woke up.” Martha disappeared and blue holographic
representations of the past appeared in her place. She watched as Zion gently
placed her in the bed. He soon fell asleep. “Fast forward.” The time reference
sped up. Zion tossed for a moment but soon sat up. “Stop. How much time has
passed?”
“Two
hours.”
“I
guess he doesn’t need much sleep after hibernation. Continue.” He got up and
walked over to the oak desk. He tapped on it and a computer ascended. He worked
on it diligently. Bomba walked over and looked over his shoulder. “He is
shopping?”
“He
visited several shopping sites,” Martha said, “but he also visited several
bounty sites.”
“Bounty?
Was he checking on his?”
“I
do not know.”
“Did
he buy anything?”
“No.
Most of the sites visited require the buyer to appear in person. I must also
mention that the items he searched for were very high end.”
“You
suspect—no. If he wanted to take me in, he could have easily done it. What is
he up to?”
“I
don’t know.”
“I
wasn’t really asking…. Just speed it up. “
Zion
stood up from the computer and stared down at it as it disappeared in the desk.
He turned around and stared at her sleeping body. He walked over to her and
slowly and gently removed her cloak. Zion then removed the parts from the cloak
and set them on the night stand. He pulled his gun away from under his pillow,
stuck it in the holster and set it neatly on the table. He then reached inside
of his overcoat and grabbed two containers. It was two old school food
containers but when he removed the top, they contained only black soil. He set them
besides his guns, measured and positioned it near the window. He moved the blinds aside slightly. Just
enough to allow the moonlight to come through. He then removed his necklace,
dislodged the emerald jewel and planted it deep in the black earth.
The
next moment, he stripped off more of his clothing until he was standing in
front of her bed nude. He stared at her for a moment, grabbed her cloak and
silently moved to the cleaner. He stuck his clothes mixed with her cloak in the
cleaner and turned it on, still Bomba lay in bed. Why was she able to sleep
through all that? He walked into the bathroom in all of his glory. She looked
away for a moment, but like a shuttle wreck she couldn’t help but stare. Some
force pulled her into the bathroom. It wasn’t the first time she had seen a man
nude. She had seen several images on the net. So why did this feel different?
His
body looked as if was carved out of wood. A result of his chloroman heritage?
He rubbed his fingers through his dark green hair. He fingered through the
apparatus at the base of the mirror and grabbed a sonic shaver. He edged his
hair and cut it two inches shorter. In mere moments it was a short textured
version of the previous hair style. He turned on the sonic shower and then
closed the door. The images disappeared and Bomba walked outside of the bath
room and sat on the bed.
Fifteen
minutes later, the image reappeared. An image of Zion stepping out of the
bathroom. He then opens the cleaner and places his clothes on, along with her
cloak. She clenched her fist as he walked toward the door, but unclenched when
he stopped and looked once again at her. He came back and covered her with
layers of covers. He then searched the desk. He pulled out a deck of playing
cards, studied them for a moment and then placed them in his pocket. He
searched even more until he found synthetic paper and a pen. He wrote on it and
placed the sheet under her head. After he left, the image flickered again.
“Mistress, you slept four more hours after he left.”
“End
recording,” Bomba said.
Martha
reappeared. “I took the liberty to search the cameras of the city. There is no
record that he has even left the building.”
“No,
he would know to avoid actual and potential cameras. Kiyah could do the same
thing.”
“What
would you like me to do?”
Bomba
played with her fingers. “This pile of dirt. What is in it?”
“A
seed,” Martha said. “A techno-organic seed to be exact, the likes of which I
have never seen.”
“Oh,
what is so special about it?”
“I
have tried to discern its end-result based on the data, but I have found
nothing. I have tried to communicate with it or at least read its code. A
firewall protects its code and it doesn’t communicate. It just grows. Rather
quickly. Assuming that the container will contain the roots, I imagine that it
will reach full fruition by nightfall.”
“Interesting.
I guess I will have to wait until he returns, because there is no way I can
track him.”
“What
will you do?”
“I
surely will not stay here and wait for him. I will keep my end of the bargain
and get his tesseract bag. Find the closest subspace communicator.”
“I
have found it, but I worry that a bounty hunter may recognize you.”
“Not
on this planet. Zion chose this planet well. There are bounty hunters here, but
there are many more with bounties on their heads. Most of whom, the planet
caters to. Anyone seeking a bounty would do so with, very little local aid. It
would be a foolish endeavor.”
End of Part One of Chapter Four.
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