07-20-2016, 10:41 AM
This was a shit storm to say the least and Dorian couldn't believe what he was going to do, but it needed doing. "Excuse me a moment. "
Dorian knew what it looked like. He smiled at Ivan to reassure him. "I'll be right back. Trust me."
He hoped Ivan would understand when he brought back what he was going to get.
Dorian did what any good cop would do - he reached into his pool of information - except this information being leaked could get him killed. Dorian pulled up his Atharim database with names and address of known gods and suspected gods listed in Moscow. He printed a list of just that information. Nothing else. Names and addresses. Fuck, I'm going to be killed for this. But Ivan was right, this was his job and right now these people were just as much a danger to the world as the Atharim were to it. If the Atharim knew who they were, their neighbors would likely know. A new god threatened was dangerous - that's why they were taken down.
Dorian knew his name was attached to printing the list. He knew it would get him dead. But even if this were the end he at least could protect the city. It became a matter of what was more important. The Atharim or the city... Right now his son was at home - a new god - that was his priority - his son!
Dorian came back into the room and laid the list on the table. "Friends in high places. A list of suspected survivors of the sickness."
It was good to be the son of someone rich and powerful. His father wouldn't exactly like the idea of using Jivana as a source of such information but as long as no one asked directly he wouldn't say where it came from.
Dorian knew what it looked like. He smiled at Ivan to reassure him. "I'll be right back. Trust me."
He hoped Ivan would understand when he brought back what he was going to get.
Dorian did what any good cop would do - he reached into his pool of information - except this information being leaked could get him killed. Dorian pulled up his Atharim database with names and address of known gods and suspected gods listed in Moscow. He printed a list of just that information. Nothing else. Names and addresses. Fuck, I'm going to be killed for this. But Ivan was right, this was his job and right now these people were just as much a danger to the world as the Atharim were to it. If the Atharim knew who they were, their neighbors would likely know. A new god threatened was dangerous - that's why they were taken down.
Dorian knew his name was attached to printing the list. He knew it would get him dead. But even if this were the end he at least could protect the city. It became a matter of what was more important. The Atharim or the city... Right now his son was at home - a new god - that was his priority - his son!
Dorian came back into the room and laid the list on the table. "Friends in high places. A list of suspected survivors of the sickness."
It was good to be the son of someone rich and powerful. His father wouldn't exactly like the idea of using Jivana as a source of such information but as long as no one asked directly he wouldn't say where it came from.