Subject 15: Ch 25

“You got a glitch?” Marjorta grabbed Fane by the shoulders to steady him. Ishan muttered, “Nope, might be a bit tipsy, though.” “You both went and got smashed before a raid?” Her crisp voice made Fane wince. “He’ll be fine in a minute. Mind setting the parameters to not be gore?” Ishan pointed to the…

Subject 15: Ch 24

“Hey, Fane!” Shelly barely knocked on the door before opening it with a crash. Fane flinched at the woman’s blunt intrusion during his meditation time. “Good evening to you too, Shelly.” She flounced onto his rug, her lavender skirts ballooning out on the antique red Persian. Bright eyes stared at him intently, keeping Fane from…

Subject 15: Ch 23

“Is this what you do in the evenings when I leave you here?” Fane leaned against Prince Orlov’s doorframe to watch the man hacking and slashing at the air in his Nurvo Gear. “You were the one who asked way back when what I enjoyed doing. This lets me have friends without all the social…

Subject 15: Ch 22

“You want me to believe this djinn newb has never played in a gear before? At that level?” A built half-orc woman looked the party up and down. “He works out on the regular. You run a gym, Marjorta. You know how this goes for Black Parrot patrons.” Ishan pulled a tankard of ail out…

Subject 15: Ch 21

Fane stood inside a massive wood-panelled hall with a high elf, an orc, and a mouse person. Tables crowded with a variety of beast people, elves, and other races sprawled across the big room. A few waved and called out to Ishan and the team. “Who’d you invite into the Jeweled Lantern, Bostock?” A tall…

Subject 15: Ch 20

Fane and Ajay stood in the hallway with Zahar, Chaitan and the other bodyguards for the royal family. The King, having answered to Chaitan’s knock and noting the congregation of men waiting on their charges, closed the door in their faces, telling them that it was private business amongst the family. “Calm yourself, newbie. You…

Subject 15: Ch 19

“Miss Griyashi!” Fane called to the prince’s amanuensis upon approaching her desk the next morning. A meeting with the other bodyguards was slotted on his personal calendar and he needed to coordinate Orlov’s schedule. The woman, no more than a grass blade in a droughted desert, beamed a welcoming smile. “Mr Anson!” “Hi. Um, Ajay,…

Subject 15: Ch 18

Fane shifted, his skin prickling at the heavy embroidery rubbing along his scars. He still wasn’t keen on the new clothes, though he was getting used to them. He studied himself in the mirror hung on the inside of his wardrobe. Black kurta, black churidar, black leather jutti. He had to admit, it all moved…

Subject 15: Ch 17

Having returned to Ishan’s offices, Fane was at a loss regarding what he was supposed to do. He was no bodyguard. He was neither certified nor trained as one. He was an ammo tech and dive instructor. He monitored the armoury. He cleaned and accounted for everything. He taught people how to not drown when…

Subject 15: Ch 16

Slime. Sludge. A black inky depth loomed beneath him. Grey tentacles reached out from the infinite oblivion, grasping for him. A hideous odour of rotting fish and fermented fruit permeated his senses. Screeching, like that of thousands of people dying in fire, grated at his ears. An air raid siren pierced through the terror. It…