Technomancer (Unspeakable Things: Book One) by Larson B.V

Author:Larson, B.V. [Larson, B.V.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AmazonEncore
Published: 2012-07-24T04:00:00+00:00

I trained my gun on the group. Their looks of surprise changed to glares. I walked down the steps with as much swagger as I could muster. Thinking fast, I came up with a lie and ran with it. It wasn’t great, but it was all I had.

“All right,” I said. “That’s about enough chanting, people. Do you know this house is bank-owned? You are all trespassing and my partner is walking the rest of the uniforms in here right now.”

The cultists, getting over their initial shock, stopped looking at me when their leader spoke up. At that point, every one of their eyes fixed upon him.

The leader looked at the woman seated to his left. “Abigail?” he said questioningly. He was a lanky fellow with sandy-blond hair that hung from his head in a long, thin mop. His nose was long and his eyes were large and dark. All ten of his fingers were weighed down by thick rings.

“He lies,” Abigail said. “There’s no one else near.”

As I watched him, he closed the old leather-bound book, which had a gold-printed title. I took the opportunity to read the title: Flowers of Evil, it read, in both English and French.

“Yet, here he is,” he said, “and therefore you have failed to warn us. It was your responsibility to prevent intrusions.”

Abigail was a thin woman who sat next to the leader. She looked like a housewife who gardened all Saturday and played bunco on Tuesday nights. She had curly black hair, blood-red nails, and a worried expression. Maybe in this group, failure resulted in a loss of blood.

While most of them stared at Abigail, I walked down to the bottom of the steps and scooped up the gray finger. It felt hard and leathery in my hand. I shoved it into a pocket and straightened, vaguely disgusted. I told myself to man up and have a nightmare about dead body parts later. Now was not the time to be squeamish.

“He could not have gotten through,” Abigail said to the leader. “Not unless he has power, or he stepped through a portal close by.”

The lead cultist lifted his gaze to me again. “Do you have power?” he asked me seriously.

I stared at them. They didn’t seem to be afraid of my gun. This worried me. The last time I’d confronted someone with this same weapon and gotten a disinterested response, I’d been tossed out of the sanatorium by Dr. Meng.

“Are you part of the Community?” I asked, deciding to name-drop and behave as calmly as they did.

The question got a strong reaction out of them. “No,” came the powerful response from several throats. They stared at me with eyes that glittered, reflecting the glimmering rip in space they encircled.

“We are a group of—friends,” the leader said. “We have no domains to rule. We are rogues, as I suspect you yourself are.”

I nodded. “Yeah,” I said. “A group of people with minor powers who’ve banded together, is that it?”

The left half of the leader’s face smiled.

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