No Russian

[Michael Vellas]

If the smoldering coals of resentment at the destruction wrought had not been so hot Michael may have cared about the revelation of yet another person with the power he posessed. As it was, he spared only a brief thought for Nicolas Trano. The man would need all the luck in the world to fend of the Atharim, but it was not his problem.

Michael did not reply to Jacques' comments. What he said was true enough, but Michael had spoken of a more sinister threat of the Atharim assassins. They would be drawn like a moth to the flame, and he doubted he had met their best.

As for the Custody, he relished that particular challenge. From what Dr. Weston had told him of the Ascendancy, he held out some hope. As much as the thought of the man's protection galled him, he was not so arrogant in his pride.

Finally, Dr. Weston's gaze settled on him for what seemed like the first time judging by the look in her eyes. Although the steady torrent of power allowed him to maintain a steady composition, her uneasy - but impressively cool - stare stung. "Yes, let's go."


With that Michael turned away from Dr. Weston, Jacques Danjou and Mecca and did not look back.


Edited by Michael Vellas, Jun 20 2014, 08:01 AM.