Sons of Abraham: Pawns of Terror (20 page)

“You let me worry about that,” Abe replied his brow furrowing. “I feel I need to warn you, though. What happened on Earth, with the Cybers, I can’t guarantee that I’m not connected somehow. I’ll keep searching for answers, but I need you to trust me in the meantime. If I find that I’m somehow involved in that mess, then we’ll talk about how to put distance between us. I won’t put your lives at risk.”

“Deal,” Sandra said, sticking out her hand.

“Oh no,” he replied. “Didn’t feel right the last time I shook someone’s hand. I’ll just take your word for it.”

Sandra smiled and picked up the food box. The three headed to the outpost, headed to their new home. Abraham knew there was an unseen danger lurking about, but he wouldn’t know where to look until he dug into Cybill’s data core. Part of him was terrified of what he may discover, but the truth can be a terrifying thing sometimes.

7 aftermath

“You did what?” Lache snapped into the com device.

“I negotiated with the President,” Jones replied. “He was rather open to the suggestion. I fear you don’t give the man enough credit sometimes.”

“No, YOU don’t give him enough credit,” Lache coughed. “They’re USING you to buy time. That festival should be on fire right now. You’re taking too many liberties, Mr. Jones.”

“On the contrary,” Jones replied. “The Vice President will likely take up the cause and I can search for the remains of Gabriel myself, without interruption or interference. No more sulking in shadows or using coded channels. I can search out in the open with an entire staff to aid me.”

A knock at the door startled Mr. Lache though he suddenly realized that he was expecting company at this time.

“I have to go,” Lache stated. “However, if you disobey my orders again, I’ll have no choice but to send Jaeger out for you. You’re lucky I was able to call him off this time, but don’t expect there to be a next time.”

The elderly man shut off the com device, straightened his jacket, and sat up in his seat.

“Come in!” he called out, as loud as his feeble lungs would allow.

Hannah Beam entered the room, her glasses tinted a rich blue, matching her skin-tight dress and shoes. For a brief moment, Lache wished to be decades younger.

“Sargent Bearden and Corporal James have arrived,” she informed him.

“Ah, good,” he replied. “Please send them in.”

She exited walked back to the waiting room, her feet crossing over one another slightly as she strode to their guest.

“Mr. Lache will see you now,” she informed them.

Bearden grimaced as he stood up, towering over the tightly clothed woman in front of him. Janys made a face, not caring for the woman’s blatant attempt at sexuality. The two passed the woman and headed to the office of their boss. They’d had a long day and the CEO of Divinity Corporation was going to hear all about it.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Joseph Ray was born a dreamer who found himself unhappy with life in the real world. Countless years spent remaining idle in one job after another has pushed him to pursue a dream. The road has been rough and the lessons humbling. With hard work and dedication, the dream may become reality.

Everyone stretches their hands outward, hoping to grasp onto something. Whether it is an idea, a person, or a life, we are always reaching. For some the reach was short. For others, what lies beyond the outstretched fingers is too far away to be seen with the naked eye. That is where hope lies.