formula the Lair developed. His prophetic power seemed almost eerie at times. He must have a plant on the inside. That’s the only thing that made sense to her.
“Good. When he makes contact with Laszlo, they’ll distribute the formula to all their Warriors and attempt to distribute the formula to those who are serving me and the Dome, hoping they’ll turn their loyalty back to the Lair. Their efforts will be a waste of time, make them overconfident, and easily defeated. That’s when we’ll conduct our final strike and squash them into permanent submission. You left him his hidden communication device, right?”
“Yes. The mini-cell didn’t register on our detectors. They did an excellent job concealing its electronics. While he slept, I found the device built onto his wrist sensor and shielded by a chunk of titum plating, just where you told me to look. How will they distribute the formula, do you think?” Distribution, at the scale needed, took time and manpower.
“In our food sources, I would imagine. But don’t worry. The substance is harmless.
Our researchers thoroughly tested the sample of Kam’s blood and semen you sent to the moon’s underground lab to make certain. Our new formula counteracts theirs.
We’re a step ahead of them, and we need to stay there. Did you install the tracker on his communication module, so we know when he informs Laszlo of his supposed success?”
“Yes. It’s done. I’ll send you regular reports on any communication we track. How did you know about his plans to begin with, Daegal? And how do you know Laszlo is heading all this up?” She needed to ask. The information could save her own life in the future.
“I have my sources, my dear. Always remember that. So don’t get any ideas about ever going up against me. My eyes see everything.”
He let the veiled threat hang, giving her no specifics. She shuddered and knew she needed to be careful around Daegal. This man was no fool.
“Has Rave shown up on the moon?” he asked her after a few moments of tense silence.
“Um, no. I haven’t seen her.” He asked each time they communicated, so she didn’t read any more into the question than his normal check. She needed Rave on her side and wasn’t about to turn the woman over to Daegal for whatever infraction she’d apparently carried out against him. Rave hadn’t confided the details to her, only promised information and loyalty in exchange for safety.
Her own people were already loyal to her, so she didn’t worry they’d go to Daegal behind her back. Daegal should have no reason to suspect her of lying. Still, the man worried her. She needed to make certain of her own safety in case he somehow did uncover her plot.
Move and countermove—a game of survival and power. That’s what she lived for.
That had been her life for years now. Fortunately, her skills had served her well.
“Keep watch. If she shows up, I want her. Alive. Now…the control inside Kam’s implant is functional?” he asked her.
“Yes. With the flip of a switch, we can free him, control him, or kill him. He’ll do our bidding whenever we need him to. He can’t fight it and won’t remember most of his actions while under our control.”
The promise of Sonic powers was simply a ploy. The final test of their newest toy.
The implant, once proven a success, would be surgically inserted in all Agents as Daegal’s ultimate way of controlling the higher-evolved beings who served him. Only proven loyalists would be exempt from the device. He’d reign supreme, just as he’d always planned. Or so he believed…
“Well done, Frost.”
* * * * *
When the former Warrior appeared, Kam’s stomach clenched. Oh, damn. What was Rave doing here on the Sand Moon? He never thought she’d leave her position in the Dome on Marid. He’d actually hoped to never see her again.
Rave, the only female Pain Master, to his knowledge, liked nothing better than torturing prisoners, or anyone else who
“Good. When he makes contact with Laszlo, they’ll distribute the formula to all their Warriors and attempt to distribute the formula to those who are serving me and the Dome, hoping they’ll turn their loyalty back to the Lair. Their efforts will be a waste of time, make them overconfident, and easily defeated. That’s when we’ll conduct our final strike and squash them into permanent submission. You left him his hidden communication device, right?”
“Yes. The mini-cell didn’t register on our detectors. They did an excellent job concealing its electronics. While he slept, I found the device built onto his wrist sensor and shielded by a chunk of titum plating, just where you told me to look. How will they distribute the formula, do you think?” Distribution, at the scale needed, took time and manpower.
“In our food sources, I would imagine. But don’t worry. The substance is harmless.
Our researchers thoroughly tested the sample of Kam’s blood and semen you sent to the moon’s underground lab to make certain. Our new formula counteracts theirs.
We’re a step ahead of them, and we need to stay there. Did you install the tracker on his communication module, so we know when he informs Laszlo of his supposed success?”
“Yes. It’s done. I’ll send you regular reports on any communication we track. How did you know about his plans to begin with, Daegal? And how do you know Laszlo is heading all this up?” She needed to ask. The information could save her own life in the future.
“I have my sources, my dear. Always remember that. So don’t get any ideas about ever going up against me. My eyes see everything.”
He let the veiled threat hang, giving her no specifics. She shuddered and knew she needed to be careful around Daegal. This man was no fool.
“Has Rave shown up on the moon?” he asked her after a few moments of tense silence.
“Um, no. I haven’t seen her.” He asked each time they communicated, so she didn’t read any more into the question than his normal check. She needed Rave on her side and wasn’t about to turn the woman over to Daegal for whatever infraction she’d apparently carried out against him. Rave hadn’t confided the details to her, only promised information and loyalty in exchange for safety.
Her own people were already loyal to her, so she didn’t worry they’d go to Daegal behind her back. Daegal should have no reason to suspect her of lying. Still, the man worried her. She needed to make certain of her own safety in case he somehow did uncover her plot.
Move and countermove—a game of survival and power. That’s what she lived for.
That had been her life for years now. Fortunately, her skills had served her well.
“Keep watch. If she shows up, I want her. Alive. Now…the control inside Kam’s implant is functional?” he asked her.
“Yes. With the flip of a switch, we can free him, control him, or kill him. He’ll do our bidding whenever we need him to. He can’t fight it and won’t remember most of his actions while under our control.”
The promise of Sonic powers was simply a ploy. The final test of their newest toy.
The implant, once proven a success, would be surgically inserted in all Agents as Daegal’s ultimate way of controlling the higher-evolved beings who served him. Only proven loyalists would be exempt from the device. He’d reign supreme, just as he’d always planned. Or so he believed…
“Well done, Frost.”
* * * * *
When the former Warrior appeared, Kam’s stomach clenched. Oh, damn. What was Rave doing here on the Sand Moon? He never thought she’d leave her position in the Dome on Marid. He’d actually hoped to never see her again.
Rave, the only female Pain Master, to his knowledge, liked nothing better than torturing prisoners, or anyone else who
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