Mydriasis

[Enkidu]

Then the idea struck him. Furious and sudden. Vengeance was a punch. It would be so easy.

He had no loyalty anymore, to no agenda, to no cause. His house had abandoned his ambition and left him to stew in it. What Haast did next, he did from cold, furious, need.


On his datapad, he brought up the records of the emission signature recovered from the Illa, as clear as if it had signed its own name. It’d mean nothing to the colony news service, nothing to anyone but the MND and those who had possessed the foresight to run. Anonymised deep within the Neuraleaks site, it would take at least several hours for the Buro to triangulate the transmission to its source – by which time, Finn Haast would be already gone, living the high life.

Copy,

Paste.

Click.

He pulled on his jacket, more alive than he’d felt in aeons. Soul peeling out in a manure-eating grin. For the first time, he was dishing it out.
“I hope the vacumn’s extra cold for you, Gilger, you bastard.”
Finn vocalised, stuffing his kitbag.

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