07-08-2016, 12:00 PM
"Warm and sunny. I like that."
He was going to ask her a question when they passed a billboard. The normal ads were not showing now. Instead there was the face of Nikolai Brandon, the guy everyone here called the Ascendancy. It wasn't something he figured he'd ever be able to do. Not out of disrespect. He just had never been political. And presidents didn't impress him much. Add to that that for half of his life, this guy had been the person many back home feared and hated. It had been hard on America to lose the standing and prestige it had had back when he was a kid. A combination of bad decisions and natural disasters during a string of presidencies had led to the loss. The belief in American exceptionalism was still alive and strong, for all the loss. It made for interesting tension with the CCD, to say the least.
The important thing, though, was the what he was saying. And then Connor felt a moment of triumph. His face broke into a grin and he looked at Ayden. "Got the bastards!!"
He didn't care about Brandon being a reborn god or whatever. No. The Atharim were outed. At last. And that list he'd discovered was in the hand of Vellas. It would only be a matter of time before it would be used, if it wasn't already. In fact, the announcement probably indicated that it was. You don't show your hand unless there's little the other person can do about it.
"You know what this means? We can go. They are going to be far to busy to try to find us. We can slip off somewhere and disappear. Be happy."
He hugged her to him, feeling a sense of relief. "Anywhere you want,"
he said into her hair.
He was going to ask her a question when they passed a billboard. The normal ads were not showing now. Instead there was the face of Nikolai Brandon, the guy everyone here called the Ascendancy. It wasn't something he figured he'd ever be able to do. Not out of disrespect. He just had never been political. And presidents didn't impress him much. Add to that that for half of his life, this guy had been the person many back home feared and hated. It had been hard on America to lose the standing and prestige it had had back when he was a kid. A combination of bad decisions and natural disasters during a string of presidencies had led to the loss. The belief in American exceptionalism was still alive and strong, for all the loss. It made for interesting tension with the CCD, to say the least.
The important thing, though, was the what he was saying. And then Connor felt a moment of triumph. His face broke into a grin and he looked at Ayden. "Got the bastards!!"
He didn't care about Brandon being a reborn god or whatever. No. The Atharim were outed. At last. And that list he'd discovered was in the hand of Vellas. It would only be a matter of time before it would be used, if it wasn't already. In fact, the announcement probably indicated that it was. You don't show your hand unless there's little the other person can do about it.
"You know what this means? We can go. They are going to be far to busy to try to find us. We can slip off somewhere and disappear. Be happy."
He hugged her to him, feeling a sense of relief. "Anywhere you want,"
he said into her hair.