Descending Road - HAVE HIM SEND TWO OF HIS BEST by Dana W. Paxson

HAVE HIM SEND TWO OF HIS BEST

1563 4D

Mentrius held his head in his hands. Arlen‘s fresh young man, that Frei, had just left his office. Engel Luce: Andrew Luce‘s son, and Arlen wanted him killed. Mentrius fumbled in his pocket, and found the timeworn cartridge Andrew had given him so many years earlier. Bridgeblood: they were brothers, and now Mentrius had orders to kill his brother’s son. He sat staring at the cartridge end, the mark of Andrew‘s blood on it now dark brown, almost black.

His arm inscription itched. Astran Terxil and Darko Hejj had always been oil and water. Arlen was no friend of either coll. Here, now, his order from Arlen, his oath with Andrew, and his coll oaths clashed.

He’d taken this job, and he owed Arlen his trust.

He owed Andrew his life.

He sat staring at the cartridge for a long time, and put it back in his pocket. Have him send two of his best choppers, Frei had recited.

Mentrius pondered. He’d send choppers, but they’d be far from the best. It was extremely delicate; if Arlen suspected anything, he’d just destroy Mentrius, the way he’d done with so many others, and send the Argaz to do the job.

No, it had to look good. Mentrius could only hope that Engel would be as fast as his father had been.

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	HAVE HIM SEND TWO OF HIS BEST 1563 4D Mentrius held his head in his hands. Arlen‘s fresh young man, that Frei, had just left his office. Engel Luce: Andrew Luce‘s son, and Arlen wanted him killed. Mentrius fumbled in his pocket, and found the timeworn cartridge Andrew had given him so many years earlier. Bridgeblood: they were brothers, and now Mentrius had orders to kill his brother’s son. He sat staring at the cartridge end, the mark of Andrew‘s blood on it now dark brown, almost black. His arm inscription itched. Astran Terxil and Darko Hejj had always been oil and water. Arlen was no friend of either coll. Here, now, his order from Arlen, his oath with Andrew, and his coll oaths clashed. He’d taken this job, and he owed Arlen his trust. He owed Andrew his life. He sat staring at the cartridge for a long time, and put it back in his pocket. Have him send two of his best choppers, Frei had recited. Mentrius pondered. He’d send choppers, but they’d be far from the best. It was extremely delicate; if Arlen suspected anything, he’d just destroy Mentrius, the way he’d done with so many others, and send the Argaz to do the job. No, it had to look good. Mentrius could only hope that Engel would be as fast as his father had been.