Chame Merkantalte – In Stein’s car – ...oh shit.
Chame felt his fear and alarm rise a little higher. Okay...maybe I went too far and that question was a little too personal for comfort. Shit. And now he's closed up on me. I'll be lucky to get anything more out of him now.
He had found Stein's answer rather interesting, however. And more than a touch ironic. The price of discovery...
the words stung him like a bitter taste in the throat. The story of his life, that really was.
Chame couldn't possibly relate to what Stein was referring to personally or imagine what it was like, but his words carried their own meaning for the hybrid spy. To hide behind a mask and not be yourself around others was something Chame understood only too well. All those times he'd had to pretend to be someone's friend, someone to confide in, someone to share secrets with, someone harmless and honest...but all he had really been was a slave and a traitor. All those times he wished he could have just told
the hybrids he was there, not for their friendship or help like they thought, but simply because his masters wanted to expose them and hunt them all down...And those times he'd had to smile and pretend everything was fine to his fellow hybrid and human members on the project, not letting them know that he planned to kill all of them soon... It was hard keeping secrets and trying to be a different person. That much Chame could
But Chame was annoyed at himself for pressing too far. He shouldn't have asked that question. He only hoped that Stein would open up and talk about himself again in due time, but for now, the raven hybrid decided it was best to back off and ask no more questions. Any further personal questions would only make Stein suspicious.
At the doctor's other comment, Chame felt his blood run cold. He stared back at Stein through the car mirror. "Fun?"
he repeated, turning slightly paler. "I...I don't think so, I'm really not that fun...in fact, I'd probably bore you very quickly..."
Now his instincts were screaming at him to get out. Just find a way out of this, somehow, anyhow. But he was forced to wait. The paralysis was still having an effect on him. If he made a move now his body wouldn't be able to respond quickly enough. But he was getting there. Chame dared not move around much in case Stein decided the paralysis was wearing off too fast, and decided to do something about it before Chame could make a move. But the raven was sure he could begin to feel a certain amount of strength returning to him.
The timing was everything. Move too soon, and his body wouldn't be able to respond quickly or accurately enough. Move too late, and the opportunity to do anything at all would have gone, since Stein planned to knock him out. He just needed a little more time...meanwhile, he just had to stay still and work out his options."I think you'd be better off finding someone else - I'm not that entertaining,"
Chame suggested, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. "Sorry to disappoint you, sir..." Matilda Brooks – Lune's club, Executive Suite - What's going on?"Master? What Master?"
she replied coldly to Kala. "There's no such thing. Not to me anyway. And there shouldn't be for you, either. Did what I said at Red’s place mean nothing to you? There’s always a choice...we’re people, not property..."
The girl shook her head weakly in dismay as Kala picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Matilda had thought she had been getting somewhere when she’d managed to convince Kala to run away with her the other day...but now if seemed as if she was back at square one. Why was Kala just accepting it?
The cat hybrid frowned deeply, puzzled and concerned. She was expecting to be punished for speaking out of line, but beyond what was said she didn’t know what was going on; and that worried her. What was in the box? What was going to happen now?
Ginette Pendry – At an unnamed hostel – Today will be better, I swear!“Look Miss Pendry, I’m sorry but you’ve outstayed your welcome. You can argue it out all you like, but if you don’t pay up for the extra night that’s your own problem,”
the room attendant informed, sweeping a disgruntled young woman down the corridor towards the exits. The bag on her back was half open, with a few items of clothing and the odd piece of underwear hanging from it, as if it had been packed in a hurry. “Oh come on, you barely gave me time to get my stuff out of the room! I’ve already apologised about the payment issue and I’m leaving, okay? But you don’t have to practically shove me out the door! Ever heard of ‘good customer service’? No, I don’t suppose you have; your accommodation is horrible anyway. I’d expect a hybrid to have better sleeping arrangements than your shit hole.”
The girl tried to tuck in the loose clothing and shifted her bag over a shoulder, walking quicker out of the hostel.
Once outside, Ginette Pendry sat down against the wall, running a half-gloved hand through her hair with a sigh. “Well I won’t be going back there again,”
she muttered to herself. She wouldn’t have stayed there at all, apart from the fact it was the only thing she could currently afford. And even the money for that had dried up now. Ginette wasn’t sure what she would have done if she hadn’t found out about Exotus Paradigm - lived on the streets? “And just look at me...hardly a good impression to meet my future employer looking like this...”
She scrutinised herself, standing up and looking at her mismatched charity-sale clothing, faded makeup and slightly tangled blonde hair in the reflection of a window. “I look like a teenage runaway.”
She fiddled with the butterfly necklace around her neck; one of the few items she’d had on her, the night her home was destroyed. She’d thought about trying to sell it if the worst came to the worst, but she’d hoped it wouldn’t come to that. She only hoped Mr Bell-whateverhisnameis wouldn’t suddenly change his mind and leave her stranded with no job and nowhere to go. Her nightmares were bad enough, without having to live through the nightmare of being a hybrid sympathiser, homeless and alone on the streets every night. That was a scenario that didn’t bare thinking about.
Ginette turned around to face the street, hugging her arms and biting her lip nervously. “Well, I guess it could be worse,”
she murmured quietly, trying to untangle her hair and make herself look more presentable.