09-10-2016, 10:24 PM
Jon glanced at the clock on the wall. He really didn't have much time left. Indeed, he hadn't expected to stay in Albuquerque longer than the day. And it occurred to him that he had very little of substance to add about the Atharim beyond what Noah had told him. But he couldn't agree more with Mr. Trujillo's reaction to them, so perhaps he could point the prosecutor in the right direction. It was good to have the ear of someone in the Justice Department tuned to the right pitch.
"I know that they have infiltrated into governments, almost certainly here, but definitely in Moscow,"
he said. "I had a client who was the victim of an attack questioned by one of them who was posing as an investigator. Perhaps he really was. But his questions were hardly anything that could be common knowledge. I overheard him call us 'gods.' I don't know what would have happened had I not gotten the client out of there. But this man's so-called work on the case never surfaced. "
He channeled again, a faint blue ring of air, solidfying into the shape of a circle, a serpent biting its own tail, just as Noah had showed him. "The oroborus. This is their mark. It's how they identify themselves. I am willing to bet you will find this mark on my would-be assassin. They have been around a long time. At least hundreds of years, perhaps thousands. There was a man who helped me through the Sickness. He told me of this group. He said that they have been around for hundreds of years. And he told me of others who had gone to the hospital here in the United States and then met with accidents. Too many for it to be coincidence. I looked into some of it myself and it checks out."
Jon let the weave drop, and stood. He pressed a button on his Wallet, shooting his contact information into cyberspace toward Mr. Trujillo and Katchina. "And I fear I have run out of time. Katch? Do you need me to arrange transportation for you or anything else?"
She gave a quick shake of her head. "I fear I do need to catch a flight back East right away. I truly hope you have safe flights. Please contact me with any follow up questions."
He gave Katchina and Mr. Trujillo polite handshakes and made his leave, ringing an Uber back to the Casino where he'd pick up his belongings. He actually hadn't intended to leave that afternoon, but there was no way he'd be staying overnight after the attempt on his life. Besides, if his news feed was correct, he had more work to get done. Perhaps another powwow that would be less violent than this one. He'd lied, though. He wasn't going back east. At least, not first.
"One ticket to Aberdeen, South Dakota," he told his Wallet. "And find me a hotel in Eagle Butte. If there is one." Speaking of the old man, it was time to go pay him a visit, as much as he didn't want to, just to make sure things were moving.
"I know that they have infiltrated into governments, almost certainly here, but definitely in Moscow,"
he said. "I had a client who was the victim of an attack questioned by one of them who was posing as an investigator. Perhaps he really was. But his questions were hardly anything that could be common knowledge. I overheard him call us 'gods.' I don't know what would have happened had I not gotten the client out of there. But this man's so-called work on the case never surfaced. "
He channeled again, a faint blue ring of air, solidfying into the shape of a circle, a serpent biting its own tail, just as Noah had showed him. "The oroborus. This is their mark. It's how they identify themselves. I am willing to bet you will find this mark on my would-be assassin. They have been around a long time. At least hundreds of years, perhaps thousands. There was a man who helped me through the Sickness. He told me of this group. He said that they have been around for hundreds of years. And he told me of others who had gone to the hospital here in the United States and then met with accidents. Too many for it to be coincidence. I looked into some of it myself and it checks out."
Jon let the weave drop, and stood. He pressed a button on his Wallet, shooting his contact information into cyberspace toward Mr. Trujillo and Katchina. "And I fear I have run out of time. Katch? Do you need me to arrange transportation for you or anything else?"
She gave a quick shake of her head. "I fear I do need to catch a flight back East right away. I truly hope you have safe flights. Please contact me with any follow up questions."
He gave Katchina and Mr. Trujillo polite handshakes and made his leave, ringing an Uber back to the Casino where he'd pick up his belongings. He actually hadn't intended to leave that afternoon, but there was no way he'd be staying overnight after the attempt on his life. Besides, if his news feed was correct, he had more work to get done. Perhaps another powwow that would be less violent than this one. He'd lied, though. He wasn't going back east. At least, not first.
"One ticket to Aberdeen, South Dakota," he told his Wallet. "And find me a hotel in Eagle Butte. If there is one." Speaking of the old man, it was time to go pay him a visit, as much as he didn't want to, just to make sure things were moving.