Chapter 151
When Id glanced over the contract, Id read the number as twenty-thousand, and was more than happy with that number considering we didnt know what the ability did. Somehow, Id missed the extra zero.
Kinsley and I bickered for a whileI accused her of doing the new-money thing of throwing money around irresponsibly, while she insisted two-hundred thousand was chump change, and to consider it a retainer.
I left the majority of my User cores with Kinsley when we parted ways. It was common sense to leave the majority of them off my person, considering their inherent value to the Suits.
Back at the apartment, I used my vocational ability once more. Iris had stopped in to visit Sae, and I took my sister aside and ran the ability, with the foreknowledge that I needed to sit down first. She was pushing level 5 already, and there was an upcoming feat at level 7 called that would grant a more detailed understanding of the underlying mechanics of items and structures she created, helping to ground any overly fantastical designs she came up with.
She vented for a while about the sudden entourage of grizzled mercenaries that followed her around. After hearing her main complaintthat they mean-mugged anyone who came too close and intimidated people around her, I tuned out of the conversation and let her vent. Even if Iris didnt like it, it was for the best, and I was glad that Kinsleys personnel were taking the assignment seriously.
I knew that everything that happened in the lithids clutches wasnt real, but that didnt change the fact that it was hard to look my sister in the eye.
After Iris left, I went to the Adventurers Guild headquarters and searched for Tarathe waitress whod left me her nameon the social interface. There were multiple Tara Stricklands in Dallas, but only one who lived in region 14.
The request pended for less than a minute before it was accepted. I was halfway through writing a meticulously edited introduction message when a notification dinged. Tara had messaged first.
I stared at the message log, not entirely sure what to do now that shed beat me to the punch.
It was common knowledge that I lived here nowa new reality that irked me to no endbut it still felt strange confirming my location to a stranger. So, I did what I always did when a line of questioning made me uncomfortable. I dodged the question, employing some of Saes earlier advice and keeping it casual.
There was a long pause between the messages, and I scowled. Somehow Id managed to screw this up already. Before I could beat myself up more, another alert dinged.
could skip the coffee.>
What the fuck did being in the same building have to do with coffee? And did liking variety mean boba or tea would be a better option? How was I supposed to read between the lines here?
I needed to decideeither deal her in as I had Kinsley, or come up with another lie for the pile that would better explain the inconsistencies. The main concern holding me back from the former was that I didnt know what Sae wanted, and there was a good chance with all the chaos, she didnt either.
Kinsley was safe because of her father. That bond was solid. Shed never leave him behind, and the Overseer had emphasized that only one person could escape the game entirely by killing me. As far as I could tell, Sae hadnt even contacted her parents, and there were hardly any people left in the city she had a real connection to.
For now, it was better to keep the role to myself.
Taking Saes advice, I shot Tara another message.
The resulting message didnt come in until I was already in bed, falling asleep.
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The day of the meeting dawned. Kinsley doored me from the apartment to the hideout as wed planned, and Id walked from the hideout to the park.
I was initially worried that my masks effectiveness had taken a hit and people might recognize me from the video, but the Allfathers Mask still worked perfectly in that regard.
There was no need to scout Lakeside. I knew the park like the back of my hand. It was a perfect place to study, plenty of space and greenery, and the lack of a playground meant no screaming children.
I stuck to the rooftops instead, and spent the lead up to the meeting time scouting the surrounding streets, scanning faces, and looking for any out of place vehicles lingering around the spot. The park was large and winding, with multiple discrete exit pointsso if they did intend to ambush me, theyd need more than a few members deployed on the ground.
Only, nothing stuck out. Not a single person, Escalade, or suspiciously parked van. Every random passerby passed a quick scan, even as my title grew crankier by the minute.
An oddly dense section of grass within the park stirred. If hadnt screamed bloody murder, I might have dismissed it as an animal. I pulled out a pair of binoculars from my inventorya new acquisition from Kinsleys paydayand kept them centered on the oddly shaped mound.
My heart raced as I realized it was breathing. The camouflage was insanely good. I could barely make out a forearm and leg. Everything else was a green blur that blended into the grass perfectly.
I spotted several more similarly dense patches of grass behind it, spread out around the park.
I circled again, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
A thrill of anticipation went through me as I spotted a Silver Benz on the top-level of the hospital parking garage, one street over from the park, ten minutes after noon. Clearly out of place, as there was plenty of parking on the lower sections. The lower levels wouldnt provide nearly as good of an overlook. It must have pulled up in the last few minutes while I was scouting the other side. Two peoplea man and a woman in plainclothes exited the back seat and discretely shut the doors behind them, descending the stairs and taking the crosswalk across the street, entering the park as a pair.
I didnt recognize them. More importantly, they didnt carry themselves with the same air of professionalism as the Users in the tunnel had. That, combined with the utter lack of surveillance, told me the Suits were treating this like a simple meet. Sending lackeys to deliver a message.
My focus returned to the Benz. It was still running, front windows cracked slightly open.
If theres leadership present, theyre behind the tinted windows, calling the shots from a distance.
It was time to flex a little.
