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native. If he renewed then who knows what else he is capable of. He may have a whole army of followers carrying out his bidding.”
“Maybe, but can you really see Simeon killing one of his own? He is a fucking pacifist, he won’t even kill these saps.”
“Well, it must be Reuben. He kills for fun and no one wants to be the Host more than that bastard.” Isaac thought before he added, “Or have you considered one of the Firsts? Or perhaps even an Arc Hon?”
“We have considered it could be one of the Firsts but we know it cannot be one of us Arc Hon.”
Now it is Isaac’s turn to scoff. Amitiel dismisses this as she adds, “Whoever it is, the Arc Hon will find them. We are all here and we will not leave until the perpetrator is caught. The game has changed Isaac: you are not only playing for this world but for your own lives. It has just got very real.”
Adam Costello’s house, July 2146
“The beauty of this day doesn’t depend on it lasting forever.”
Marty Rubin
The party at Adam’s house is pretty low-key by the standards Ember is used to: a few home-baked cakes, some soft drinks and a bottle of whiskey held tightly by Adam’s Aunt Maud.
“Hey, sorry about this whole lame party thing.”
Adam has just got free of his uncles and aunts and is attempting to rescue Ember from the mob of curious cousins and friends who have hardly ever met an Aryan before, never mind one as famous as the Procurator’s daughter.
“Why sorry? Your family and friends are lovely. It’s so nice to see so many people all related to each other and I don’t mean that in a piss-take way.” Ember looks at Adam with those big eyes, reassuring him she is sincere in her admiration for his family.
“What about Raphael? You sure you’re not disappointed he isn’t here?”
“No, don’t be silly. Anyway, your aunty was entertainment enough.” Ember nods at the now snoring Aunt Maud and they both laugh.
“What time are you expected home?”
Ember looks at her chip. “Well, I suppose I should be making tracks soon. My dad can be a bit over the top if I’m late.”
“Come on then, I will walk you to the loop. I don’t want your dad sending the army out for you.”
After Ember says her goodbyes to Adam’s friends and family, they leave. Walking along the street the two kids feel very comfortable in each other’s company. Ember links arms with Adam as they discuss the party. If she’s honest she never really liked many of the Aryans she hung out with. They were all very superficial and shallow, not that she isn’t a bit of a fiend herself when it comes to shopping and partying, but Ember craves the intelligent and challenging type of conversation she enjoys with Adam. Only her father really had anything interesting to say and there is only so much you can discuss with your daddy.
“So… sex.” She blurts out with no warning.
Adam chokes on the burger he has bought from a street vendor.
“What about it?” Adam looks startled and reminds her they were just talking about the effect of segregation on education.
“Yeah, I’m bored of that now… so back to sex. Are you a virgin and if not who was your first?”
Adam feels his face go red as he tries to look unfazed. “A gentleman doesn’t tell.”
Now he feels even more stupid, thinking to himself, “You are so sad, Costello”. In an attempt to save his own blushes Adam turns the question on her.
“What about you? Surely you haven’t, have you?”
Ember lifts both eyebrows and it seems she is about to confess all when a shuffling noise and the sound of footsteps disturbs them both. She stops talking, turns and finds a dark-haired, tall, tanned man dressed in a bright-blue suit with a bootlace tie and a Teddy boy hairstyle has walked up to them.
“Raphael!” Adam says. “What are you doing here? I was going to call you, but, you know, didn’t know how.” He taps his own wrist to highlight the reason. “Anyway, I got through my
“Maybe, but can you really see Simeon killing one of his own? He is a fucking pacifist, he won’t even kill these saps.”
“Well, it must be Reuben. He kills for fun and no one wants to be the Host more than that bastard.” Isaac thought before he added, “Or have you considered one of the Firsts? Or perhaps even an Arc Hon?”
“We have considered it could be one of the Firsts but we know it cannot be one of us Arc Hon.”
Now it is Isaac’s turn to scoff. Amitiel dismisses this as she adds, “Whoever it is, the Arc Hon will find them. We are all here and we will not leave until the perpetrator is caught. The game has changed Isaac: you are not only playing for this world but for your own lives. It has just got very real.”
Adam Costello’s house, July 2146
“The beauty of this day doesn’t depend on it lasting forever.”
Marty Rubin
The party at Adam’s house is pretty low-key by the standards Ember is used to: a few home-baked cakes, some soft drinks and a bottle of whiskey held tightly by Adam’s Aunt Maud.
“Hey, sorry about this whole lame party thing.”
Adam has just got free of his uncles and aunts and is attempting to rescue Ember from the mob of curious cousins and friends who have hardly ever met an Aryan before, never mind one as famous as the Procurator’s daughter.
“Why sorry? Your family and friends are lovely. It’s so nice to see so many people all related to each other and I don’t mean that in a piss-take way.” Ember looks at Adam with those big eyes, reassuring him she is sincere in her admiration for his family.
“What about Raphael? You sure you’re not disappointed he isn’t here?”
“No, don’t be silly. Anyway, your aunty was entertainment enough.” Ember nods at the now snoring Aunt Maud and they both laugh.
“What time are you expected home?”
Ember looks at her chip. “Well, I suppose I should be making tracks soon. My dad can be a bit over the top if I’m late.”
“Come on then, I will walk you to the loop. I don’t want your dad sending the army out for you.”
After Ember says her goodbyes to Adam’s friends and family, they leave. Walking along the street the two kids feel very comfortable in each other’s company. Ember links arms with Adam as they discuss the party. If she’s honest she never really liked many of the Aryans she hung out with. They were all very superficial and shallow, not that she isn’t a bit of a fiend herself when it comes to shopping and partying, but Ember craves the intelligent and challenging type of conversation she enjoys with Adam. Only her father really had anything interesting to say and there is only so much you can discuss with your daddy.
“So… sex.” She blurts out with no warning.
Adam chokes on the burger he has bought from a street vendor.
“What about it?” Adam looks startled and reminds her they were just talking about the effect of segregation on education.
“Yeah, I’m bored of that now… so back to sex. Are you a virgin and if not who was your first?”
Adam feels his face go red as he tries to look unfazed. “A gentleman doesn’t tell.”
Now he feels even more stupid, thinking to himself, “You are so sad, Costello”. In an attempt to save his own blushes Adam turns the question on her.
“What about you? Surely you haven’t, have you?”
Ember lifts both eyebrows and it seems she is about to confess all when a shuffling noise and the sound of footsteps disturbs them both. She stops talking, turns and finds a dark-haired, tall, tanned man dressed in a bright-blue suit with a bootlace tie and a Teddy boy hairstyle has walked up to them.
“Raphael!” Adam says. “What are you doing here? I was going to call you, but, you know, didn’t know how.” He taps his own wrist to highlight the reason. “Anyway, I got through my
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