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brought babies.
“No glove, no entry.” She shook her finger at him. His lip turned upwards in one corner. “No additional entry,” she clarified.
He chuckled. “You don’t want babies, huh?”
She shook her head no. “Not now, not ever.”
“I don’t blame you. I don’t want any either, but know that if you do get pregnant I will be there. I don’t do the absentee dad thing.”
“Good to know,” she nodded.
“And just so you know I’m not leaving you even if you don’t get pregnant.”
“Very good to know,” she smiled with a wink. “So what are you working on? Come on, share.”
“Sharing is caring, huh?”
She laughed. “Sometimes.”
He shrugged. “Sure, why not?” He seemed to be willing which made her happy that he trusted her. “I’m trying to find the people who killed my parents.”
Her heart sunk at his words. “How long have you been searching?”
“Too long,” he admitted with great sorrow in his voice. “I was away. The bastards,” the anger in his eyes intensified. “They chained them to chairs, beat them and burned them alive.”
She gasped.
“I shouldn’t have told you. It’s too graphic.”
“No. I mean it is, but that is what happens at the start of the video game we’re working on.”
His head shot upwards. “What?” He growled the word ferociously.
“There’s a couple. Their son is in the Army and off fighting some jungle war. The man and the woman are tortured but the man doesn’t talk. They burn her first, but he still doesn’t talk. I thought it was too graphic but the creator wouldn’t let it be omitted and the powers that be said more money could come if it stayed.”
He emitted a low, yet lethal growl.
“The son returns and the game is his mission to find the killers when he finds out about the cover up.”
“What happens? Who did it?” The anger in his voice sent a tinge of fear up her spine.
“We were still developing. He was so secretive that he gave it to us piece by piece. I was surprised he inked the contract like that, but he did.”
“Now that he’s dead what are they going to do? Did he keep notes or something?”
“No,” she shook her head. “He said paper made trouble. It was hard and frustrating to have to fact check so swiftly while still designing. After he died we were told to just make up an ending—which by we I mean me.”
He stood up so swiftly that the chair fell over and slid across the stone floor. “That,” his voice was full of rage. “That is what pushed the hit on you full throttle. They think you know and they want you dead.”
“I…this is real? It’s just a game. We design games.” She felt the quiver in her voice as she spoke. Fear staked a claim on her because this, this game, was going to get her killed over something she didn’t even know.
“This is real. This is my family.”
“If this is real then we have bigger problems here. My last conversation with this story building boy genius was off. He said something that just made me wonder why the game was headed into something that would make it that much longer, but I dismissed it because it’s not like we haven’t designed super long games before. It’s just that I thought we would reach an ending and that would end this game, but something he said made me think it would bring about another game like this. He said soon we would know the end and it was going to go from CIA to the White House.”
Rhys let out a loud yell as he swept his arm out knocking the bowl of fruit off the granite top of the island.
She jumped at the sound the porcelain bowl made while shattering when it hit the floor. This was just a game in her mind. This ending that was coming, with a hint that it would go to the White House, in her mind, meant they would have another game to put together just like this one—which was getting on her nerves. But this wasn’t just a game. This was real. This was Rhys’ family here, and that meant their boy genius
“No glove, no entry.” She shook her finger at him. His lip turned upwards in one corner. “No additional entry,” she clarified.
He chuckled. “You don’t want babies, huh?”
She shook her head no. “Not now, not ever.”
“I don’t blame you. I don’t want any either, but know that if you do get pregnant I will be there. I don’t do the absentee dad thing.”
“Good to know,” she nodded.
“And just so you know I’m not leaving you even if you don’t get pregnant.”
“Very good to know,” she smiled with a wink. “So what are you working on? Come on, share.”
“Sharing is caring, huh?”
She laughed. “Sometimes.”
He shrugged. “Sure, why not?” He seemed to be willing which made her happy that he trusted her. “I’m trying to find the people who killed my parents.”
Her heart sunk at his words. “How long have you been searching?”
“Too long,” he admitted with great sorrow in his voice. “I was away. The bastards,” the anger in his eyes intensified. “They chained them to chairs, beat them and burned them alive.”
She gasped.
“I shouldn’t have told you. It’s too graphic.”
“No. I mean it is, but that is what happens at the start of the video game we’re working on.”
His head shot upwards. “What?” He growled the word ferociously.
“There’s a couple. Their son is in the Army and off fighting some jungle war. The man and the woman are tortured but the man doesn’t talk. They burn her first, but he still doesn’t talk. I thought it was too graphic but the creator wouldn’t let it be omitted and the powers that be said more money could come if it stayed.”
He emitted a low, yet lethal growl.
“The son returns and the game is his mission to find the killers when he finds out about the cover up.”
“What happens? Who did it?” The anger in his voice sent a tinge of fear up her spine.
“We were still developing. He was so secretive that he gave it to us piece by piece. I was surprised he inked the contract like that, but he did.”
“Now that he’s dead what are they going to do? Did he keep notes or something?”
“No,” she shook her head. “He said paper made trouble. It was hard and frustrating to have to fact check so swiftly while still designing. After he died we were told to just make up an ending—which by we I mean me.”
He stood up so swiftly that the chair fell over and slid across the stone floor. “That,” his voice was full of rage. “That is what pushed the hit on you full throttle. They think you know and they want you dead.”
“I…this is real? It’s just a game. We design games.” She felt the quiver in her voice as she spoke. Fear staked a claim on her because this, this game, was going to get her killed over something she didn’t even know.
“This is real. This is my family.”
“If this is real then we have bigger problems here. My last conversation with this story building boy genius was off. He said something that just made me wonder why the game was headed into something that would make it that much longer, but I dismissed it because it’s not like we haven’t designed super long games before. It’s just that I thought we would reach an ending and that would end this game, but something he said made me think it would bring about another game like this. He said soon we would know the end and it was going to go from CIA to the White House.”
Rhys let out a loud yell as he swept his arm out knocking the bowl of fruit off the granite top of the island.
She jumped at the sound the porcelain bowl made while shattering when it hit the floor. This was just a game in her mind. This ending that was coming, with a hint that it would go to the White House, in her mind, meant they would have another game to put together just like this one—which was getting on her nerves. But this wasn’t just a game. This was real. This was Rhys’ family here, and that meant their boy genius
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