I'll keep you posted.”
“Thanks Trevor. Good luck and out!”
“Out!”
Edward smiled. Progress, and
quickly too. Enough of the underside of this
stupid stage. It was a little claustrophobic. Edward soaked
up the light as he made it back to the top of the stage. He saw Kadu in
the middle of the seating and wandered over her direction.
“You heard from Trevor?” asked Kadu. “They achieved
actionable information from last night's bombing.”
“Yep. He just called and asked if I wanted in on the entry
team.”
“I notice you are still here, so you declined?”
Edward laughed, “Yeah, well, check my ego at the
door. It's just a room sweep and take the guy
alive. Anyone can do that. I've better use of my time learning this
place. But if it all does pan out, then even that is moot.”
“My initial suspicion is there is more than one person
involved. Hopefully either I am incorrect or their first target will
provide evidence leading to others.”
Edward nodded, “Practical as always, Kadu. Well, I
better get back to the task at hand.”
Kadu nodded and smiled as Edward headed back up
front. The music was all but overpowering, and this was with the speakers
turned down for practice! It was going to be insane during a live
concert. Adding in would be the noise from the fans and it was going to
be hard to think. He watched across the stage at the insanity at
hand. Musicians, dancers and lights all in motion.
One musician caught his eye, she was smiling like she
was having fun, a far cry from the forced neutral smile of all the rest.
Edward laughed to himself. Well at least one person had their job for the
right reason. Too many of these people were here as hanger's
on for someone else's fame. Jealousy... could it be an up and
coming performer that was associated with the bomber? Or
maybe a boyfriend or girlfriend engaging in said heinous acts on their own to
“help” their loved one. Oh what a mess! Treveor was
checking into them all. Now just to hear back from the raid...
Suddenly all the music stopped. Edward turned his
attention to the center of the stage. Gillian was in the middle of it all
and she was livid! They were supposed to do a complete dry run, but
something had gone wrong, badly enough that she had called it short. Half
the cast was sent off stage while the other half was visited by the wrath of a
very mad Gillian. Wow! When she was mad she was a scary lady.
Edward's brain suddenly clicked. What if Gillian was the target, not
Tatiana? They were going to have to check into that. Oh!
So many options!
There were a half dozen musicians and dancers dismissed to
the front row of seats so Edward took the opportunity to mingle. Edward
smiled as he closed on the group, the lone smiling
musician was there. She looked fairly young and had a beautiful coat, earthy brown with large black rosettes she looked
liked a clouded leopard topped with a short crop of black hair. It
was a curiously short haircut, almost boyish but it served her well enough as
her smile alone could light up the room.
“Was there a problem up there miss?”
asked Edward.
She turned and swished her whiskers as she tried to place
him, “Yeah, the second guitar and all the dancers totally trashed the fourth
number. It's a rough piece, but I just don't think they practiced
enough.” She looked him up and down again, “You aren't from the
media. Who are you, may I ask?”
Edward smiled broadly and offered his hand, “Edward
Silverglade. I’m part of Tatiana's security detail until things calm
down.”
She smiled formally and shook his hand, “I'm Zoë
Sylva. Violin and piano. About the only
two instruments not run through two tons of electronic distortion.” She
paused and looked him over a bit, “Security, but no sidearm. Are you a
Highlander?”
Edward smiled and nodded, “Yes indeed. Good call.”
“Were you with
“Thanks Trevor. Good luck and out!”
“Out!”
Edward smiled. Progress, and
quickly too. Enough of the underside of this
stupid stage. It was a little claustrophobic. Edward soaked
up the light as he made it back to the top of the stage. He saw Kadu in
the middle of the seating and wandered over her direction.
“You heard from Trevor?” asked Kadu. “They achieved
actionable information from last night's bombing.”
“Yep. He just called and asked if I wanted in on the entry
team.”
“I notice you are still here, so you declined?”
Edward laughed, “Yeah, well, check my ego at the
door. It's just a room sweep and take the guy
alive. Anyone can do that. I've better use of my time learning this
place. But if it all does pan out, then even that is moot.”
“My initial suspicion is there is more than one person
involved. Hopefully either I am incorrect or their first target will
provide evidence leading to others.”
Edward nodded, “Practical as always, Kadu. Well, I
better get back to the task at hand.”
Kadu nodded and smiled as Edward headed back up
front. The music was all but overpowering, and this was with the speakers
turned down for practice! It was going to be insane during a live
concert. Adding in would be the noise from the fans and it was going to
be hard to think. He watched across the stage at the insanity at
hand. Musicians, dancers and lights all in motion.
One musician caught his eye, she was smiling like she
was having fun, a far cry from the forced neutral smile of all the rest.
Edward laughed to himself. Well at least one person had their job for the
right reason. Too many of these people were here as hanger's
on for someone else's fame. Jealousy... could it be an up and
coming performer that was associated with the bomber? Or
maybe a boyfriend or girlfriend engaging in said heinous acts on their own to
“help” their loved one. Oh what a mess! Treveor was
checking into them all. Now just to hear back from the raid...
Suddenly all the music stopped. Edward turned his
attention to the center of the stage. Gillian was in the middle of it all
and she was livid! They were supposed to do a complete dry run, but
something had gone wrong, badly enough that she had called it short. Half
the cast was sent off stage while the other half was visited by the wrath of a
very mad Gillian. Wow! When she was mad she was a scary lady.
Edward's brain suddenly clicked. What if Gillian was the target, not
Tatiana? They were going to have to check into that. Oh!
So many options!
There were a half dozen musicians and dancers dismissed to
the front row of seats so Edward took the opportunity to mingle. Edward
smiled as he closed on the group, the lone smiling
musician was there. She looked fairly young and had a beautiful coat, earthy brown with large black rosettes she looked
liked a clouded leopard topped with a short crop of black hair. It
was a curiously short haircut, almost boyish but it served her well enough as
her smile alone could light up the room.
“Was there a problem up there miss?”
asked Edward.
She turned and swished her whiskers as she tried to place
him, “Yeah, the second guitar and all the dancers totally trashed the fourth
number. It's a rough piece, but I just don't think they practiced
enough.” She looked him up and down again, “You aren't from the
media. Who are you, may I ask?”
Edward smiled broadly and offered his hand, “Edward
Silverglade. I’m part of Tatiana's security detail until things calm
down.”
She smiled formally and shook his hand, “I'm Zoë
Sylva. Violin and piano. About the only
two instruments not run through two tons of electronic distortion.” She
paused and looked him over a bit, “Security, but no sidearm. Are you a
Highlander?”
Edward smiled and nodded, “Yes indeed. Good call.”
“Were you with
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