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heart, incorruptible and lacking
political motives. Being male and not a dirty whore helps as well."
“Who are you
calling a whore? I just like to enjoy myself, that’s all. Look, when the old
fart kicks the bucket, there’s going to be a lot of reshuffling and upheaval in
the ranks. We’re gonna need each other, obviously withstanding the sex bit;
I’ve got the cunning and guile, you’ve got a practical mind geared for
administration."
“And yours is
geared for sin," Michael muttered under his breath.
“What was that?”
“I’ve heard rumors
Gabe. Bad ones.”
“Such as?”
Gabriella reverted to her innocent girlish persona.
“You’ve gone
against the proscription and are having sex with common Templars."
“So? What of it?
Makon is my world and I can fuck whoever and however I like on it.”
Michael enjoyed
watching the indignation and defensiveness on Gabriella’s face.
“Yes, but it goes
against the Proscription. The Watchers left 100 years ago because of that.
Carrying on the way you are makes you no different to them. You know the rules.
What sort of precedent do you think you’re setting? Angels are forbidden to
have sexual congress with non Angelic beings. The Watchers left because they
couldn’t agree on that one rule. If you feel so strongly about it, maybe you
should join them.”
Annoyance crossed
Gabriella’s perfect features. “And so its alright for you to fuck little boys”
“He’s not a little
boy. He’s over 40 and he is of Angel stature. There is nothing in the
Proscription that forbids it."
“Yeah, but what
about the bible?”
“In the bible it
states that all Angels are pure in body, heart and mind. I think we both fail
on a couple of counts. Face it. We’re no angels.” Both Gabriella and Michael
smiled at the irony.
“Anyway, just
forget it Gabe," Michael continued, “what we should be concentrating on is
that bloody Overdrive. Our priorities at the moment should be to recover it. If
someone else gets that, then either one of us won’t have an empire to manage
when Metatron goes. I think we should both co-operate and pool our resources to
secure this. Any other approach would be sheer stupidity."
“Oh great. So you
won’t agree to an alliance once Metatron goes but you want one now.” Michael
opened his mouth in an attempt to protest. Gabriella forestalled him. “Oh
alright. Agreed." Despite their differences, Gabriella knew some sort of
co-operation would be required in order to obtain the Overdrive. Besides, this
meeting had already served its purpose. She was now in possession of Felix’s
whereabouts – information she had not known previously. “The deal still stands Mickey.
If required, one of my Valkyries will be ready to intervene.”
“Thank you
Gabriella." Michael relaxed and commanded his AI to turn off the buffer
field. “Now if you’d excuse me, I’ve got an urgent meeting with my bookie. One
of my horses is running today.”
Standing and
giving Gabriella a perfunctory peck on the cheek, Michael departed via the same
exit as Metatron.
Gabriella watched
him leave. She’d have to do something about him when this was all over. For the
time being he was useful and for some reason she had a soft spot for him in her
otherwise unsentimental heart. The Overdrive was the key. Once she had that in
her possession, it would be time for her to make her play.
With thoughts of
galactic domination going through her head, Gabriella made her way through the
palace corridors. Taking an AG lift down, she exited at the Space port level
and was met in the foyer by her private guard consisting of 12 burly and
uniformly ruggedly handsome Templars and the Angel Sammael, her assistant. The
12 Templars fanned out to surround her and with Sammael falling in at her side,
Gabriella strode towards her docking bay. Gabriella had chosen her Templars
personally, requiring loyalty, good looks, an amorous nature, and downright,
unadulterated stupidity.
The Space
political motives. Being male and not a dirty whore helps as well."
“Who are you
calling a whore? I just like to enjoy myself, that’s all. Look, when the old
fart kicks the bucket, there’s going to be a lot of reshuffling and upheaval in
the ranks. We’re gonna need each other, obviously withstanding the sex bit;
I’ve got the cunning and guile, you’ve got a practical mind geared for
administration."
“And yours is
geared for sin," Michael muttered under his breath.
“What was that?”
“I’ve heard rumors
Gabe. Bad ones.”
“Such as?”
Gabriella reverted to her innocent girlish persona.
“You’ve gone
against the proscription and are having sex with common Templars."
“So? What of it?
Makon is my world and I can fuck whoever and however I like on it.”
Michael enjoyed
watching the indignation and defensiveness on Gabriella’s face.
“Yes, but it goes
against the Proscription. The Watchers left 100 years ago because of that.
Carrying on the way you are makes you no different to them. You know the rules.
What sort of precedent do you think you’re setting? Angels are forbidden to
have sexual congress with non Angelic beings. The Watchers left because they
couldn’t agree on that one rule. If you feel so strongly about it, maybe you
should join them.”
Annoyance crossed
Gabriella’s perfect features. “And so its alright for you to fuck little boys”
“He’s not a little
boy. He’s over 40 and he is of Angel stature. There is nothing in the
Proscription that forbids it."
“Yeah, but what
about the bible?”
“In the bible it
states that all Angels are pure in body, heart and mind. I think we both fail
on a couple of counts. Face it. We’re no angels.” Both Gabriella and Michael
smiled at the irony.
“Anyway, just
forget it Gabe," Michael continued, “what we should be concentrating on is
that bloody Overdrive. Our priorities at the moment should be to recover it. If
someone else gets that, then either one of us won’t have an empire to manage
when Metatron goes. I think we should both co-operate and pool our resources to
secure this. Any other approach would be sheer stupidity."
“Oh great. So you
won’t agree to an alliance once Metatron goes but you want one now.” Michael
opened his mouth in an attempt to protest. Gabriella forestalled him. “Oh
alright. Agreed." Despite their differences, Gabriella knew some sort of
co-operation would be required in order to obtain the Overdrive. Besides, this
meeting had already served its purpose. She was now in possession of Felix’s
whereabouts – information she had not known previously. “The deal still stands Mickey.
If required, one of my Valkyries will be ready to intervene.”
“Thank you
Gabriella." Michael relaxed and commanded his AI to turn off the buffer
field. “Now if you’d excuse me, I’ve got an urgent meeting with my bookie. One
of my horses is running today.”
Standing and
giving Gabriella a perfunctory peck on the cheek, Michael departed via the same
exit as Metatron.
Gabriella watched
him leave. She’d have to do something about him when this was all over. For the
time being he was useful and for some reason she had a soft spot for him in her
otherwise unsentimental heart. The Overdrive was the key. Once she had that in
her possession, it would be time for her to make her play.
With thoughts of
galactic domination going through her head, Gabriella made her way through the
palace corridors. Taking an AG lift down, she exited at the Space port level
and was met in the foyer by her private guard consisting of 12 burly and
uniformly ruggedly handsome Templars and the Angel Sammael, her assistant. The
12 Templars fanned out to surround her and with Sammael falling in at her side,
Gabriella strode towards her docking bay. Gabriella had chosen her Templars
personally, requiring loyalty, good looks, an amorous nature, and downright,
unadulterated stupidity.
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