A New Target

“I suppose you’re responsible for this.” Khronos threw down the news tablet, unimpressed and unaffected.

The newsflash for the day was about Diango Prat’s murder. The autopsy revealed his Pantiumite champagnes were poisoned and they weren’t wrong.

It had been a little tricky to slip the poison in the right drink but with light bending technology at my disposal, it wasn’t impossible. There had been no signs of the Night Walker when it happened so that the public could speculate. Spencer would have no evidence and will spread his manpower thin to ensure order in the Inner City. That gave me more flexibility to hook my next targets. The score was two down, ten more to go.

“The next one is Vox?”

I nodded. Khronos knew what I was up to and the number game had begun. “Do you want to bet what the order will be?”

The scientist scoffed. “It’s not anything you can afford.”

“How about information?”