Profits from Prophets, Part 9
21 Jun 2016Michael Wolfe
“You know, for being all about the peace and love, y’all Utopians are packing some pretty serious heat.”The two masked Enforcers inched forward with rifles raised as the elder simpath gazed harshly at me.
“It has become necessary to protect ourselves from outsiders. From those who would tarnish the simguru’s vision.” She raised an accusing finger. “From those like you.”
The guards were almost within touching distance, their weapons still raised. Now Illiana stepped forward, walking up to me, a look of hesitation and regret spreading over her face.
“I knew, Commander. I knew that there was something malevolent about your intentions, but I clung to hope that you would see the light. It was not until the elder simpaths sifted through my memories that they were able to discern your true motives for being here.”
The older, dark-haired woman behind her lifted her chin, her eyes narrowing. “Stealing an enforcer cannon. You didn’t really think you stood a chance, did you?”
I glanced at the guards, and looked past Illiana toward the dower simpath. “For five mil? There’s always a chance, lady!”
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