LXI: Revolution! Pt 5
Neera Variss kicked at a shard of glass. Telbus and his new ally, General Rook himself, were talking rather animatedly in one corner. Or rather, arguing. Of course they were.
It wasn't easy harboring a fugitive.
As a conwoman, Neera had grown up on the streets fending for herself, and doing rather well. But never before had she been forced, or decided, to help another. Helping Telbus at the bar that day had changed her life for better or for worse. So far only for the better, but who knew how long her luck would last? She mentally kicked herself. That sounded selfish. She loved Telbus in a way she herself hadn't quite decided yet. He was her best and only friend. His past was shady and difficult, but so was her’s. Who was to say they couldn't work toward a brighter future together?
Right now that involved searching a murder scene.
Shattered glass everywhere, various personal items scattered throughout the theater. It looked like a cyclone had blown through the place.
But the oddest part was the scene of the crime. Heavy footprints, so heavy, in fact, that they had broken the tile floor, lead across the stage to the late Daedalus Greene. The man was dead, no doubt about it. From afar he looked rather peaceful, but upon further investigation Neera could see symmetrical indents where someone especially strong had shattered the man’s neckline.
Neera recognized the inventor's face from various broadcasts and holos. The man looked uncharacteristically calm, it was odd seeing him without the smug grin he usually wore when plastered on holoboards and advertising.
Neera stalked over to the theater’s command console, and keyed up the footage from the show. Sure enough, the man’s neck was broken, along with his wrist, but the culprit was not who Neera had been expecting.
It was a droid.
An assassination? But who had hired the droid?
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