Meta Marshal Service 4 by B. N. Miles

Author:B. N. Miles [Miles, B. N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-10T06:00:00+00:00

17

Jared spent a quiet few days beneath the dome.

Bea’s team went out scouting. Izzy and the other Independents made some improvements to the ward system to the point where Jared was genuinely impressed by their ingenuity. There was this belief, clearly not true, that Independents were sloppy and weak and lacking in subtlety. Magi were trained from a young age by other experienced Magi and sent through trials with the Fist of the Magi to hone their powers and sharpen their abilities—but the Independents had none of that. Because of this, the Magi families all assumed Independents were weak and unskilled.

If they knew how strong some of them were, and how intelligent they could be, the families would shit their pants.

He lounged on the roof deck, drinking a beer and staring up at the muted afternoon sun. Jessalene stretched next to him in a small green bikini, a little smile on her face, the light shimmering off her beautiful pale green skin. She looked like a goddess, frozen in plant life, and he couldn’t get over that smile, her long legs, her smooth skin, everything about her. He downed his beer, crushed the can with magic, and tossed it into a trashcan ten feet away.

“Nice shot,” Jessalene said lazily.

“Thanks. Been practicing.” He cracked open another. “I know we’re supposed to be out hunting for Wade right now, but—”

“Enjoy your time off,” she said. “Who knows when you’ll get it again.”

“Probably never.”

She sighed. “Have you thought about what comes after all this?”

“Not really, if I’m honest. Living day to day over here.”

She peered over at him and frowned. “I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Of course you have.”

“Eventually we’ll need more money to take care of all these girls, right? I mean, your cash isn’t endless.”

“That’s true, although I think Nikki and Lumi are both still filthy rich.”

“Can’t rely on them forever.”

“Are you suggesting I sell my body?” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “I see the way you’re looking at me.”

She tapped her lips with her finger. “Hm, maybe. A bit scrawny though. I’m not sure we’ll get much for you.”

“Burn.”

“I’m just saying, we need to start planning for the future.” She sighed and stretched her arms up above her head. “Some of those girls are still in bad shape.”

He nodded but didn’t answer. He’d seen some of the Metas staring off into space for hours at a time, not moving, not responding when prompted. Izzy said they were still in shock, and whatever the Medlar did to them left some seriously deep and long-lasting psychological trauma. The girls in the best shape still had PTSD and were hanging on by a thread—the worst were near-catatonic and needed constant care. The girls helped each other, and the ones that were functional pitched in for those that weren’t, but that couldn’t last forever.

They’d need to hire nurses, a team of doctors, food and clothing and housing and—

Jared squeezed his eyes shut. This was why he hadn’t let himself think about the future too

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