Cloak Games: Omnibus One by Moeller Jonathan

Author:Moeller, Jonathan [Moeller, Jonathan]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Azure Flame Media, LLC
Published: 2016-06-02T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8: Improvising

“One condition, though,” I said.

Anton spat. “You are in no position to demand conditions.”

I ignored him and looked at Rogomil, folding my arms over my chest. “I want a mask and a hat.”

“What?” said Rogomil.

“A mask and a hat,” I said. “There are probably cameras still functioning out there, and I’m pretty sure the Duke or Homeland Security has the Capitol under surveillance by now. I’d really prefer not to get executed on a Punishment Day video once this mess is over.”

Rogomil snorted. “That is not my concern.”

I shrugged. “Then you had better shoot me now. See, I want to live through this. I just came here to steal this,” I waved the bracelet on my wrist, “from one of the Duke’s knights, and I had no idea you guys were here. I intend to get away, sell this, and retire in comfort. But if my face turns up on camera, I can’t do that. And if you don’t give me a mask, you’re as good as shooting me. So either give me a mask, or save me some time and shoot me right now.”

I stared at him, fresh sweat trickling down my back. I had just given him a very good and logical argument for shooting me and cutting his losses. On the other hand, he had ordered his men to find me, and if he had any other way of getting into the Capitol, he would have used it by now. A mask and a hat was a reasonable request.

I saw Rogomil reach the same conclusion.

“Very well,” he said. He crossed to the sandwich counter, reached behind it, and handed me a hat and a bandana adorned with the sandwich shop’s bright gold-and-black logo. I shrugged, wrapped the bandana around the lower half of my face, stuffed my hair underneath the cap, and pulled it low over my eyes. There was a black cloth coat hanging from a hook next to the kitchen door, likely part of the workers’ uniforms. I grabbed the coat and pulled it over my blazer. The coat’s owner was much taller and much fatter than me, so the coat hung down to my knees. Yet between that and the bandana and the hat, it did a good job of concealing my appearance.

“Well then,” I said. “If we live through this, maybe Homeland Security will wonder why a sandwich shop worker broke into the Capitol.”

It was a joke, but Rogomil did not laugh.

“Because even the lowliest worker can see the tyranny of the Elves," he said. "Even the lowliest worker can rise up and become a member of the Revolution. Together we shall overthrow our oppressors and their corrupt allies and bring an end to the High Queen’s tyranny.”

“No matter how many unarmed women and children you have to kill?” I said, before my brain could rein in my tongue.

“Yes,” said Rogomil. “If we have to kill ninety percent of the human population so that the remaining ten percent can live free of the Elves, I would count that a worthy sacrifice.

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