The Drafter
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Jack eased close, the scent of his aftershave familiar as he reached behind the mans coat to slip free an envelope. It had Jacks name on it, and Peri went cold. He knew wed be here?
Get off, the older man said again, and this time, Peri eased back in uncertainty.
Jack passed his handgun to her, and she retreated to where she could see both the CEO and the downed guard. The crackle of the envelope was loud, and the older man readjusted himself, giving Peri a dark look. What is it? she asked, and Jack unfolded the paper inside and shook a pinky-nail-size memory chip into his hand. Is it the files?
Her attention shifted to the CEO when he palpated his privates as if estimating the damage. No. I printed out the highlights to justify my request. You tell Bill that what I found warrants more than a paltry three percent, he said, shaking his arms to fix the fall of his coat. Three percent. I just saved his ass and he thinks Im going to take three percent?
Jack? Peri whispered, disliking her uncertainty. He knows Bill? Whats going on?
Face white, Jack angled the printed page to the faint light coming in the window. Fingers fumbling, he tipped the chip onto his glass phone. It lit up as the data downloaded, and Jack compared the two, going even more pale as he verified it.
The man leaned toward the side table, his gaze lingering on the foil hat before he took a chocolate from the dish. Youre very good, missy. Watching you Id believe you myself. He smiled, white teeth gleaming in the ambient light.
Jack looked more angry than confused. Peris gut knotted. The CEO knew Bill. Was he proposing a deal?
You made a mistake. Jack folded the paper around the chip and tucked it away with his phone.
The man snorted and put an ankle on a raised knee. The only mistake is Bill thinking he can get something for nothing. He can do better. I only want a fair price for what I have.
Shit, Peri thought, her alarm mutating to anger. He was trying to buy them. They were Opti agents. Drafters and anchors had to be trustworthy to a fault or the government that trained them would literally kill them. Drafting time was too powerful a skill to hire out to the highest bidder, especially now.
Fear settled in her like old winter ice, cracked and pitted, as Jack cocked his head at the angle he always had when he was thinking hard, and a weird light was in his eye.
Jack? she said with sudden mistrust. Whats that list?
His expression cleared. Lies, he said blandly. All lies.
The CEO bit into a chocolate. The truth is far more damning than anything I could invent. Its a list, lovely woman, of corrupt Opti agents, he said as he chewed. Your name is on it.
CHAPTER
TWO
Peris finger tightened on the handgun, and she forced her finger away from the trigger. Shock filled her, doubt and anger close behind. Liar! she cried, jumping at him.
Dont! Jack shouted, and she landed on the man, pinning him to the chair and wedging the muzzle of the gun under his chin.
You made that list up! she exclaimed, and the mans head jerked as she shoved the gun harder against him. Tell him! Tell him!
Peri, get off! Jack demanded, and Peri gasped at the echoing blast of a gun fired in close quarters. Pain was a stake of iron pounded into her chest, and she looked at the man under her, his eyes fixed on hers and his face unblemished. She hadnt shot him.
Peri took a breath, agony stabbing her again. Oh shit, she thought, and then she fell back as Jack pulled her to the carpet. The guard shed downed had shot her. Damn it, she was dying, the bullet still in her as she choked, bloody froth gathering at her lips as pain made it hard to breathe.
What the hell are you doing! Jack shouted at the CEO, Peris head cradled in his lap.
The CEO stood, and she could do nothing, pinned by a thousand-pound weight. Oh God, it hurts. But Jack was here. Shed be okay if she could hold it together long enough to draft.
Shes on that list, the man said, pointing down at her like Gods avenging angel. She cant walk out of here knowing shes been marked. Im doing you a favor. Bill owes me. He owes me big.
You cretin, Jack snarled up at him. She wont remember any of this in about thirty seconds. You think we dont know her past? Who she is? That doesnt mean shes not useful! Shes a goddamned drafter! You know how much shes worth? How rare she is?
What what is he saying? He thought she was corrupt? Selling her skills to the highest bidder? Oh God. Her name was on the list?
And then the pain grew too much. Adrenaline pooled, tripping her over the edge and jumping her brain into synaptic hyperactivity. She was going to draft. She couldnt stop itand it would save her life. Again.
Eyes widening, she felt the tingle of sparkles gather at the edges of her sight, flooding her as she breathed them in, swirling through her mind until she breathed them outand with a soft hush of gathered energy, she jumped into the blue haze of hindsight.
Peris vision flashed blue and settled as her mind fell into knowing. Her breath came in without pain, and she knew it for the blessing it was. She was drafting, and she stood before the CEO, watching as he reached for a chocolate. Fear made her aim shake. Her name was on Jacks list? But how? She knew who she was, and she wasnt a dirty agent.
Get off, the older man said again, and this time, Peri eased back in uncertainty.
Jack passed his handgun to her, and she retreated to where she could see both the CEO and the downed guard. The crackle of the envelope was loud, and the older man readjusted himself, giving Peri a dark look. What is it? she asked, and Jack unfolded the paper inside and shook a pinky-nail-size memory chip into his hand. Is it the files?
Her attention shifted to the CEO when he palpated his privates as if estimating the damage. No. I printed out the highlights to justify my request. You tell Bill that what I found warrants more than a paltry three percent, he said, shaking his arms to fix the fall of his coat. Three percent. I just saved his ass and he thinks Im going to take three percent?
Jack? Peri whispered, disliking her uncertainty. He knows Bill? Whats going on?
Face white, Jack angled the printed page to the faint light coming in the window. Fingers fumbling, he tipped the chip onto his glass phone. It lit up as the data downloaded, and Jack compared the two, going even more pale as he verified it.
The man leaned toward the side table, his gaze lingering on the foil hat before he took a chocolate from the dish. Youre very good, missy. Watching you Id believe you myself. He smiled, white teeth gleaming in the ambient light.
Jack looked more angry than confused. Peris gut knotted. The CEO knew Bill. Was he proposing a deal?
You made a mistake. Jack folded the paper around the chip and tucked it away with his phone.
The man snorted and put an ankle on a raised knee. The only mistake is Bill thinking he can get something for nothing. He can do better. I only want a fair price for what I have.
Shit, Peri thought, her alarm mutating to anger. He was trying to buy them. They were Opti agents. Drafters and anchors had to be trustworthy to a fault or the government that trained them would literally kill them. Drafting time was too powerful a skill to hire out to the highest bidder, especially now.
Fear settled in her like old winter ice, cracked and pitted, as Jack cocked his head at the angle he always had when he was thinking hard, and a weird light was in his eye.
Jack? she said with sudden mistrust. Whats that list?
His expression cleared. Lies, he said blandly. All lies.
The CEO bit into a chocolate. The truth is far more damning than anything I could invent. Its a list, lovely woman, of corrupt Opti agents, he said as he chewed. Your name is on it.
CHAPTER
TWO
Peris finger tightened on the handgun, and she forced her finger away from the trigger. Shock filled her, doubt and anger close behind. Liar! she cried, jumping at him.
Dont! Jack shouted, and she landed on the man, pinning him to the chair and wedging the muzzle of the gun under his chin.
You made that list up! she exclaimed, and the mans head jerked as she shoved the gun harder against him. Tell him! Tell him!
Peri, get off! Jack demanded, and Peri gasped at the echoing blast of a gun fired in close quarters. Pain was a stake of iron pounded into her chest, and she looked at the man under her, his eyes fixed on hers and his face unblemished. She hadnt shot him.
Peri took a breath, agony stabbing her again. Oh shit, she thought, and then she fell back as Jack pulled her to the carpet. The guard shed downed had shot her. Damn it, she was dying, the bullet still in her as she choked, bloody froth gathering at her lips as pain made it hard to breathe.
What the hell are you doing! Jack shouted at the CEO, Peris head cradled in his lap.
The CEO stood, and she could do nothing, pinned by a thousand-pound weight. Oh God, it hurts. But Jack was here. Shed be okay if she could hold it together long enough to draft.
Shes on that list, the man said, pointing down at her like Gods avenging angel. She cant walk out of here knowing shes been marked. Im doing you a favor. Bill owes me. He owes me big.
You cretin, Jack snarled up at him. She wont remember any of this in about thirty seconds. You think we dont know her past? Who she is? That doesnt mean shes not useful! Shes a goddamned drafter! You know how much shes worth? How rare she is?
What what is he saying? He thought she was corrupt? Selling her skills to the highest bidder? Oh God. Her name was on the list?
And then the pain grew too much. Adrenaline pooled, tripping her over the edge and jumping her brain into synaptic hyperactivity. She was going to draft. She couldnt stop itand it would save her life. Again.
Eyes widening, she felt the tingle of sparkles gather at the edges of her sight, flooding her as she breathed them in, swirling through her mind until she breathed them outand with a soft hush of gathered energy, she jumped into the blue haze of hindsight.
Peris vision flashed blue and settled as her mind fell into knowing. Her breath came in without pain, and she knew it for the blessing it was. She was drafting, and she stood before the CEO, watching as he reached for a chocolate. Fear made her aim shake. Her name was on Jacks list? But how? She knew who she was, and she wasnt a dirty agent.
