07-24-2025, 12:12 PM
Giovanni accepted Zholdin’s offer. Truth be told, he didn’t know why. He cared little about Zholdin’s repayment for his assistance. He cared even less about the rest of the gang’s recovery. He had helped free them and only had an inkling of why.
It was her. The silent and stoic woman with them. Even now, the chaos was silent within him. He found it both comforting and nerve wracking at the same time. She had decided to come with them too, but only after Giovanni had said he would. Why? Did the Atharim intend to keep him in sight for now, determining whether or not she would go through were her mandate to kill reborn gods? Or was she perhaps as intrigued by him as he was of her. Besides the lack of chaos in his head, Giovanni expected there was more to the woman that intrigued him. She was a rather attractive woman, but Giovanni didn’t think it was that. He had very little interest in the pleasures of the flesh. Gods were above such things, or so he thought. It had been a long time.
Giovanni leaned against a wall, watching as a nurse and doctor began to work on the crew. Zholdin forced them to work on the worst hurt first. That surprised Giovanni. He had expected the man to be selfish, and maybe he was, but there was probably some mafia code that he was following. They looked to be in some sort of fight club. It certainly seemed to be high class. It had to be a nice front for money laundering or something. Giovanni didn’t know. He never really acclimated himself to Moscow before he left for Egypt.
Giovanni pulled out his wallet then, seeing he had a message from Omar. The message was vague, but Giovanni understood it to mean he had met with the Archivist and Bode’s representative. The artifact was what she said it was. Giovanni smirked as he went to check on the bidding of the artifact only to find the page gone. Odd…why….
Then it came to him. If it was a piece of m’Antinomian, and the Archivist had said it was, it was likely the hacker cult wasn’t happy with the theft of one of their artifacts. The only logical assumption was that the hacker cult had taken the site down. They certainly would have the skills to do so. It also probably meant they were “watching” him too. Maybe not enough to do anything yet, but they were likely tracking him.
Giovanni sent back one word. Echelon and then put his wallet away. Giovanni wouldn’t receive a response. Omar would destroy his wallet as Giovanni would later. They would meet in person where after Omar procured new devices for them. Their operation was on hold for the time being.
Zholdin was watching them, probably determining how best he could use the oddities in his midst. Giovanni met his gaze. He had no idea what for certain Zholdin would want from him, but Giovanni had no desire to join the mafia. Still he had a favor. He’d hold that in his bag for now.
It was her. The silent and stoic woman with them. Even now, the chaos was silent within him. He found it both comforting and nerve wracking at the same time. She had decided to come with them too, but only after Giovanni had said he would. Why? Did the Atharim intend to keep him in sight for now, determining whether or not she would go through were her mandate to kill reborn gods? Or was she perhaps as intrigued by him as he was of her. Besides the lack of chaos in his head, Giovanni expected there was more to the woman that intrigued him. She was a rather attractive woman, but Giovanni didn’t think it was that. He had very little interest in the pleasures of the flesh. Gods were above such things, or so he thought. It had been a long time.
Giovanni leaned against a wall, watching as a nurse and doctor began to work on the crew. Zholdin forced them to work on the worst hurt first. That surprised Giovanni. He had expected the man to be selfish, and maybe he was, but there was probably some mafia code that he was following. They looked to be in some sort of fight club. It certainly seemed to be high class. It had to be a nice front for money laundering or something. Giovanni didn’t know. He never really acclimated himself to Moscow before he left for Egypt.
Giovanni pulled out his wallet then, seeing he had a message from Omar. The message was vague, but Giovanni understood it to mean he had met with the Archivist and Bode’s representative. The artifact was what she said it was. Giovanni smirked as he went to check on the bidding of the artifact only to find the page gone. Odd…why….
Then it came to him. If it was a piece of m’Antinomian, and the Archivist had said it was, it was likely the hacker cult wasn’t happy with the theft of one of their artifacts. The only logical assumption was that the hacker cult had taken the site down. They certainly would have the skills to do so. It also probably meant they were “watching” him too. Maybe not enough to do anything yet, but they were likely tracking him.
Giovanni sent back one word. Echelon and then put his wallet away. Giovanni wouldn’t receive a response. Omar would destroy his wallet as Giovanni would later. They would meet in person where after Omar procured new devices for them. Their operation was on hold for the time being.
Zholdin was watching them, probably determining how best he could use the oddities in his midst. Giovanni met his gaze. He had no idea what for certain Zholdin would want from him, but Giovanni had no desire to join the mafia. Still he had a favor. He’d hold that in his bag for now.