The Atlas Complex by Olivie Blake

Author:Olivie Blake
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Macmillan

· CALLUM ·

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Saturday, November 12

9:27 P.M.

So, how goes the experiment preparation?

IN THE BEGINNING, THERE WAS ONLY DARKNESS.

AND THEN THERE WAS TRISTAN CAINE.

Don’t tell me you’re suddenly interested in the foundations of the universe.

Of course not. But unless my count is mistaken, you’re currently surrounded by three idiots in their early twenties.

Mid-twenties.

Right, critical distinction. Now they’re old enough to be aware of how stupid they are.

Isn’t that all maturity is in the end? The gradual acceptance of personal idiocy?

You’re feeling whimsical, I see. How many drinks have you had?

Two

Interesting. Rhodes isn’t making you rest up for your impending miracle of cosmology?

We needed an outlet. Tension’s been strange lately.

Between you and Rhodes?

You’re so desperate to hear something. I wonder what it might be?

It’s all going into the Tristan Caine murder file

Right. So, tell me the truth, would you? Since I’m feeling whimsical. Join me in spontaneity. You met up with my dad and told him you could kill me for him, right? That’s what all the pictures of my family are for?

Yes. Not my best work as far as subtlety but sometimes the obvious is obvious

What did he say when you showed up? Tell me he at least called you a toff

I’m not a toff

Right, so that’s a yes. What else did he say?

You’re sure you want to do this now? You’re not normally a proponent of being truthful. From my recollection when it comes to acknowledging your amplitude of shit, honesty hurts

Whimsy, Nova, whimsy. Tickle my fancy. I’m at the full scope of my power, lend me some trauma to combat the hubris. Nothing can hurt me, I’m two drinks in

Categorically false

Don’t pretend you’re not fucking RELISHING the opportunity to subject me to untold degrees of humiliation and despair. You’re desperate to talk to me and even I know it, so come on, Callum. Talk.

What did he say?

Fine, he pointed a pistol at my balls. Not a man of many words, your father

No, I’m serious. What did he say?

I’m serious too. Though I suppose I did do a little forced entry so fair enough

Callum. Can you answer the question, please?

Do you really think just asking nicely is going to do the trick?

Yes.

Fine.

. . .

I told him I would find you for him, bring you to him. Said I knew where you were and how to bring you in.

So you lied to him. Bad call. Historically he doesn’t care for that.

I didn’t lie. I’m going to bring you to him. I simply didn’t specify when

You really think you can snap your fingers and I’ll come running? You just told me outright that you’re in league with my homicidal father. And more importantly, I hate you.

Yes, all of this has been taken under advisement. But there’s one thing you can’t resist

Which is?

Have you forgotten? You have to kill me, Tristan Caine. Or I have to kill you. I’m losing track of which is more pressing at the moment but the point is there’s a sense of inevitability looming

Call it an actionable item. Or what the hell, call it fate

Are you romanticizing murder?

It’s not NOT hot, Tristan.

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