Ryven sat on the sofa in his sparsely decorated quarters in the University of Caille station in Egghelende. He reached over to the coffee table and picked up the framed picture of his fellow director and wingman, Shalee Lianne. It was a download of a standard militia dossier photo, but, it was the only picture he had.
He had just returned from his evening with Shalee and Tiger onboard Tiger's carrier. His mind whirled. How did he manage to leave there alive?
He had gone in an inexpensive clone fully expecting to take the quick route home via clone death. Instead, he had taken the same shuttle he arrived in. This after flat out refusing to promise to back off on Shalee.
Aside from the threats and all, it had been pretty good, as evenings go. Good booze and food, at least.
Truthfully, he couldn't blame Tiger. In the same position, Ry might very well have wished extreme harm on Tiger. The old Ryven would have ripped his heart out and fed it to him. The new Ryven wondered if in a different circumstance they might be friends. Nonetheless, being alive and unharmed was a mixed bag. Dying for Shalee might have enamored her more to him. Maybe Tiger figured as much?
Ryven shook his head to clear his thoughts. This situation was becoming untenable. Could he continue? Or was it time to finally back off and go groveling back to Leela. He laughed bitterly. As if that would work.
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