Final Blow

[Nox]

10 → 2/10 S:7

The comms line was disconnected at the end of the mission.  Peter Anderson was dead. His body would go to wherever the ambulance that came took him and it would hopefully end there. Sage was in charge of everything else. His data mining and his compulsion to follow his friends would see that it didn't resurrect old things or create new ones.

Lily was fussing.  The horde was fiendishly clawing at his brain. The darkness of the tunnels helped. That caged feeling grating on his last nerve. Nox followed it through the tunnels like a guiding beacon.  The louder the horde got the fussier Lily became. They weren't connected. She had no connection to the horde short of the familiar scent of being amongst her kind. At least that was what he had hoped. There couldn't be more to it. Her father was Maximillian Blackthorn and her mother was Ava. But if the Blackthorn heiress was willing to keep him for Vaia Plus there was no telling what that woman would do to her own great grandchildren.  It was a fucked up family.

Maybe there was more to it than just the seemingly innocent connection? It might be prudent to take her to someone who might know more.  But he didn't want to make this little girl some guinea pig in some Atharim lab anymore than he wanted that himself.  Fucking bullshit!

The horde scratched at his brain.  The tried and true three F's grew stronger, but there was also two other Fs now amongst the mix -- Family and Freedom.  Wherever he was heading.  Now the horde there wanted free.  And they were calling to him to do that.  But they wouldn't get it. There was no fucking way he was freeing them from whatever cage they were in. But they would end this parade in his head.