The Duty (Play to Live: Book # 3) by D. Rus

Author:D. Rus [Rus, D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-12-11T23:00:00+00:00

I appreciate the information. Any intel concerning your clan and cluster, their political and economic setups, will be well compensated. Now go. You've been standing here for too long. You shouldn't attract the other prisoners' attention.

Wang contorted again, backing off into the crowd, not daring to turn round in the presence of a VIP like myself. I was probably the only person who could see his nostrils flare, his face shining with triumph: his gifts had been recognized, he'd been rewarded and commended, making him a big man with staggering prospectives. I wasn't upset about the money—after all, all I'd done was return to him the equivalent of what he'd lain at my feet a little earlier, which was an impressive stack of battle scrolls, over two thousand of them. Most likely, he'd pilfered them from the armory hoping to blame looters for their disappearance.

All in all, the money was worth it. Gold shouldn't always be one's objective: it's more of a tool to achieve your goals. There's always plenty of money around, but spies and informers in your enemy's camp are hard to come by, making someone like this Wang guy worth his weight in gold. I just wondered if anyone had already attempted to recruit some of my own men. It doesn't take much if a soul craves money and entertains some alternative morals. A quick PM exchange followed by a soundless money transfer—and he is an enemy agent...

In the meantime, the mercs were so infuriated with the loss of the Grand Master that they had attacked the golem with redoubled zeal. Already much worse for wear, he lasted but ten seconds, collapsing to its knees with the groan of metal subjected to unbearable stresses. It tumbled to its side, raising a cloud of dust over the flagstones as the earth shattered underfoot.

The warriors surrounded the prostrate behemoth like Viet Cong fighters gathering around an American bomber that had been swamping their jungle with napalm and toxic Agent Orange. They pulled out the pilot's unconscious body, disoriented after his loss of contact with the golem, and, shouting cheerfully, dragged him to my feet.

Surprised, I studied a slightly battered fair-haired kid—Gimmick, wasn't it?—who stood out dramatically in the Asian crowd.

"He isn't Chinese, is he?" Widowmaker voiced my doubts.

The boy stopped impersonating a dead body and opened his eyes. "So what if I'm Belorussian? And who would you be?"

"Belorussian!" Widowmaker guffawed and began reciting in singsong,

"We, Belorussians, with brotherly Russia

We sought better roads to a happier life-"

He stopped and squinted at the boy. "How does it go next, d'you remember?"

The kid smiled,

"Together we fought for our freedom and future,

Together we stand now, the victors of strife."

Widowmaker never ceased to amaze me. How was that for checking out the kid? Anyone could call himself Belorussian and pose under any kind of blond avatar. But you couldn't really expect a Chinese to know the original lyrics to a Soviet-era Belorussian national anthem. That would be going too far.

Actually, I should be busy

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