drink before saying, “My staff already have jobs. I keep my ear to the ground and know about your extracurricular black market activities. You know what Aimee will do if she finds out?”
Gray-beard scowled. “Are you trying to blackmail us?”
“No. To me it’s a normal state of affairs. But I’m easygoing compared to the alien-loving, deceitful whore.” Augustus paused, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. These three had already sealed their own fates, whether they decided to help or not. “We all know what the world was like before the invasion. Wouldn’t you like a slice of that back? You’ll be remembered by future generations as heroes. The men who took a stand and liberated Earth from tyranny.”
All three looked at each other. Scar-face nodded to the others and returned his attention to Augustus. “Give us a few minutes to discuss it.”
Augustus sighed. “Very well. I’ll be at the bar. Let me know when you’ve made your decision.”
He swiped his cup off the table and returned to the bar. People shot glances at him as he passed. Under his robe, he slipped his dagger out of its sheath and gripped the handle, ready to stab any potential attacker. People often went missing in Unity, usually after a night at the tavern. His spy, the barwoman, told him that men or women who spent time socializing with croatoans would usually be the target.
Augustus leaned over the bar, keeping his voice low. “Make sure those three are watched like a hawk. I want to know who they talk to and where they go. If they head for Aimee’s building, inform me immediately.”
“I’ll put one of my girls on them. We can trust her,” she said.
“Very good. There’s a leg of ham waiting for you at my ludus. Collect it at your leisure.”
Augustus observed the three men still in discussion. If they successfully managed to carry out their job, all would be charged with murder and have a public bastinado, a foot whipping, before being marched to the arena to be stoned to death. It would be an excellent way of showing Unity’s population that they could rely on him for swift justice.
Gray-beard looked over at him. Augustus returned a nod, held up his cup, and said to the barwoman, “Send them some more drinks, with my compliments.”
She headed over to the men, but Gray-beard gestured her away. He trudged over to the bar like a Neanderthal.
“Have you come to a decision?”
The old man cupped a hand around his mouth. “We’ll kill Aimee. Then we talk again. I’m not convinced you’ll get the response you’re looking for. There’s plenty in the town who like her. God knows how the croatoans will react.”
Augustus grinned. “Things will fall into place. You can trust me that you’ll get everything you deserve. When can you do it?”
“Tomorrow. We’ve noticed that she’s been going down the sinkhole every day for the last couple of weeks. We’ll ambush her when she’s coming back through town.”
“Interesting. This activity within the sinkhole hasn’t been reported to me.”
Augustus knew a strange and small alien-worshipping cult lived in the tunnels and caverns constructed below the sinkhole, the previous barracks of the croatoans before they sprang the invasion. But the harmless fools were generally left alone. They didn’t bother Unity citizens and kept to themselves, only appearing to trade items. Aimee was up to something, and he wanted to know what.
“She dresses in one of their brown cloaks and avoids the main track through town,” Gray-beard said.
“Useful information, thanks. Report to my ludus after you’ve ended her—bring proof, and we’ll discuss our next moves and your remuneration.”
Gray-beard nodded and returned to his allies.
Not wanting to spend a minute longer than necessary in the shithole tavern, Augustus pushed open the rickety door and walked along a dirt road toward the edge of town. As the buildings thinned out, he enjoyed the fresh air while thinking
Gray-beard scowled. “Are you trying to blackmail us?”
“No. To me it’s a normal state of affairs. But I’m easygoing compared to the alien-loving, deceitful whore.” Augustus paused, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. These three had already sealed their own fates, whether they decided to help or not. “We all know what the world was like before the invasion. Wouldn’t you like a slice of that back? You’ll be remembered by future generations as heroes. The men who took a stand and liberated Earth from tyranny.”
All three looked at each other. Scar-face nodded to the others and returned his attention to Augustus. “Give us a few minutes to discuss it.”
Augustus sighed. “Very well. I’ll be at the bar. Let me know when you’ve made your decision.”
He swiped his cup off the table and returned to the bar. People shot glances at him as he passed. Under his robe, he slipped his dagger out of its sheath and gripped the handle, ready to stab any potential attacker. People often went missing in Unity, usually after a night at the tavern. His spy, the barwoman, told him that men or women who spent time socializing with croatoans would usually be the target.
Augustus leaned over the bar, keeping his voice low. “Make sure those three are watched like a hawk. I want to know who they talk to and where they go. If they head for Aimee’s building, inform me immediately.”
“I’ll put one of my girls on them. We can trust her,” she said.
“Very good. There’s a leg of ham waiting for you at my ludus. Collect it at your leisure.”
Augustus observed the three men still in discussion. If they successfully managed to carry out their job, all would be charged with murder and have a public bastinado, a foot whipping, before being marched to the arena to be stoned to death. It would be an excellent way of showing Unity’s population that they could rely on him for swift justice.
Gray-beard looked over at him. Augustus returned a nod, held up his cup, and said to the barwoman, “Send them some more drinks, with my compliments.”
She headed over to the men, but Gray-beard gestured her away. He trudged over to the bar like a Neanderthal.
“Have you come to a decision?”
The old man cupped a hand around his mouth. “We’ll kill Aimee. Then we talk again. I’m not convinced you’ll get the response you’re looking for. There’s plenty in the town who like her. God knows how the croatoans will react.”
Augustus grinned. “Things will fall into place. You can trust me that you’ll get everything you deserve. When can you do it?”
“Tomorrow. We’ve noticed that she’s been going down the sinkhole every day for the last couple of weeks. We’ll ambush her when she’s coming back through town.”
“Interesting. This activity within the sinkhole hasn’t been reported to me.”
Augustus knew a strange and small alien-worshipping cult lived in the tunnels and caverns constructed below the sinkhole, the previous barracks of the croatoans before they sprang the invasion. But the harmless fools were generally left alone. They didn’t bother Unity citizens and kept to themselves, only appearing to trade items. Aimee was up to something, and he wanted to know what.
“She dresses in one of their brown cloaks and avoids the main track through town,” Gray-beard said.
“Useful information, thanks. Report to my ludus after you’ve ended her—bring proof, and we’ll discuss our next moves and your remuneration.”
Gray-beard nodded and returned to his allies.
Not wanting to spend a minute longer than necessary in the shithole tavern, Augustus pushed open the rickety door and walked along a dirt road toward the edge of town. As the buildings thinned out, he enjoyed the fresh air while thinking
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