Sold Out!

[Nox]

Nox took another long swallow of his beer. The second one wasn't the same as the first and he sighed. He was still very American in a very Moscovian world. At least they weren't making him drink vodka. That would end badly.

"I was born into the Atharim. My father was one, his father before him, and so on for about six generations or more. My kids would likely have been one, but circumstances being what they are I'll probably not be procreating or surviving what else I was born into. Neither of these things were a choice."
It all sounded rather depressing. "I make do with what I can. I know nothing else so even if they won't have me, I'll still keep doing what I do. At least until the money runs dry."


Nox shrugged. "I have a question for you. None of this seems to phase you. But this isn't like Africa, people weren't shooting at us. Why didn't you just turn me into the cops?"
Most rational and sane people would have. He had been saving the girl, but no rational or sane man is going to chop a man's head off. That alone would send him to the loony bin. It wouldn't be the first time an Atharim got institutionalized and not likely the last. But with Ascendancy's announcement all sorts of things could go wrong now. The police were cracking down on the nut jobs because of it. Nox would likely end up in jail. Not that a jail cell could hold him - unless they had some way to keep him from the power.

That was a scary thought...