April 7, 2231, Russian Federation, Moscow, Barmin Transport Center
April 7, 2231, Russian Federation, Moscow, Barmin Transport CenterIvan pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and dabbed his forehead. The sweat was humiliating and embarrassing, but there was no one else to notice his obvious panic in the back of his luxury flitter. The vehicle was waiting outside a VIP loading zone for a ballistic transport to Brisbane.
He’d fled his home immediately after receiving two reports. Gretchen and Fiori were dead. A day earlier, he’d learned the Core had been wrong about Constance. She’d survived the earlier reported attack, but at some point had traveled to New Pacifica, where she’d been slain. Despite the difficulty of obtaining information, it was obvious Julia was the culprit.
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