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guards.
    Myles shook his head. “Oh no, this chump is my ticket out of
town.” He grabbed the paper that had the image of Omar on it. Myles
tossed the paper to the floor. “Read it,” he said as he pressed the knife
closer to the Pontiff’s neck.
    The guard who had spoken reached down and grabbed the
paper very slowly. He read, “Magi. Origin: Earth. We are not sure how
they traveled to Soterion. Their science, though archaic, could be a
threat to us sometime in the near future. Leader: Omar, Race: Akana
but with a different biological make-up. Suggested course of action:
assassinate the leader and destroy all sources of knowledge and
technology.”
    Myles shook his head. “Thank you.” He took the map from the
wall with his free hand and also pushed the release button on the
teleportation device on the Pontiff’s arm, pocketing that one, too. He
opened a few of the drawers in the all-white desk and in one he found
some kind of pistol. The guards’ eyes widened when they saw him pull it
out. Myles put away the knife and pointed the pistol at the Pontiff. “I
want safe passage out of here. If I think you are following me I'm going
to blow his brains out. Take the teleporters from your wrists and slide
them over to me.”
The guards quickly did what he asked.
     
Myles picked them up and pocketed them. That makes five. “Good. Now take off that armor.”
     
The guards blinked.
“Now! Or I will shoot him, then you,” Myles said with a deadly
look in his eyes.
    The guards began to take off their armor. Myles set the Pontiff
down and pointed the gun at the guards as he walked towards them.
Then he looked at one guard and said, “Use the restraints you have to
bind your feet and then your hands behind your back." He looked at the
other guard and said, "You do the same."
    The guard did as he asked and then gave him a questioning
look. Myles walked over to each guard striking him in the head with the
butt of the pistol knocking both of them out.
    Myles took off his jacket and shirt. There isn’t much time I have
to hurry. He took a good look at the deep gash in his arm. I’m going to
need to tend to that before I move forward.
    Myles reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a needle
and thread. When he was done sewing up the wound he thought it was
sufficient though he was not impressed with how sloppy the sewing
was. Then he checked his arms and legs. The other gashes he had
received from the Knife Guard were not deep and they could at least
wait. For a moment a wave of fatigue swept over Myles. I need to keep
moving before exhaustion catches up to me.
    Myles looked over at the Pontiff and thought for a moment . I
need to get them to focus on something other than me. Myles put his
coat on the Pontiff, it was a comical scene. Now I see why they called me
a fat monkey. The coat was so large on the Pontiff it hung almost like on
a hanger when on him. Then Myles took the coat with the man in it and
slipped it on. He tightened the coat belt around the waste securing the
Pontiff to Myles' back. The man weighs next to nothing.
    “Now to get out of this place,” he said to himself as he looked
around. Myles had noticed that on every tall building, the shuttles that
transported tubes were on the third floor. He took the elevator to the
third floor and activated his invisibility device which would also cloak
the Pontiff under his long coat.
    He passed many people as he walked to the track, but none saw
him. There were foot placements for each person getting on and it
looked like the cab filled every trip. Myles couldn’t get in without being
noticed, so he climbed it and tied himself to the metal framing at the
top with some rope he had kept in his coat since leaving earth and even
used in Musterion to climb down and save Sebastian. The memory
caught Myles in the moment. But Myles' reminiscence was broken
when the vehicle took off and Myles was sure he was going to die. It
rocketed forward so