I look at him for a moment. He looks back. I soon realizes that he thinks I know that a ‘Timekeeper’ is.
“A what?”
He sighs.
“Timekeepers are members of what you call ‘the rebels’ who have needed body parts surgically replaced by clockwork.”
My mind logs this and then goes back to where he said ‘part of the rebels’.
“Wait, I thought those guys were the rebels…” I point at the two bodies on the floor, trying not to look at them.
He glares at them.
“Nope. It’s true that Ralph did lose the seat of power, but he only managed to rally a few supporters for his cause. You see, he wasn’t the most popular white-carder. In order to beef up his image, he used our name, in the process disfiguring our image. In truth, our organization is called ‘Cardless’, which is pretty self-explanatory when it comes to our goals. We want a world of harmony. No more sectors and classes. No more white-carder ruling all. Instead, we’ll set up a new system in which the people have a voice.”
I try to wrap my mind around this. Dilan’s eyes aren’t lying, but that doesn’t mean anything. He could have been fed this information in order to convince me it’s true.
“That’s cool and all, but you still haven’t told me your name.”
He flashes his roguish smile again.
“Captain Dilan Leecon, at your service milady.”
I study Captain Dilan Leecon for a moment more before another question comes to mind.
“How did you know who I was?”
He leans back in the chair, causing it to creak.
“Well, you’re the reason we’re here. Our spies warned us of the abduction beforehand and we decided we’d go ahead and take Ralph and his organization out, there weren’t very many of them. Sorry about the scare, by the way. I just didn’t want to get up close and personal with either of them,” he jerks his chin toward the bodies.
I don’t look over at them.
“But, the true reason we busted in was to get you out. You see, we’d been about to approach you with a job offer yesterday but Ralph got to you first. We’d like you to help us out.”
I close my eyes. Of course, it’s always about the job. I think for a few moments before reaching the conclusion: why not, if they don’t make it, I’ll be no worse off than before. If they do, I’ll eat a lot better.
“Yeah, sure,” I say, opening my eyes to meet his gaze, “I’ll join up.”
So ends chapter one. Take it away, Owen. In order to keep your posts from going to the top of the page, when you finish your post, go down to post options before you click the 'Publish' button. Enter the time '12:57' for the first, '12:56' for the second and so on. Pass the info along.
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