Machiavellianism

[Sage]

It didn't surprise Sage any when Jaxen claimed the deed. Jaxen was a far more dangerous man than anyone gave him credit for. He may be a rich playboy to most but underneath it all, he was a rogue as they came. "He didn't leave. He died. They appointed a new leader." At least that's what Nox and Dorian claimed would happen. The pope himself would choose. Sage didn't know anything more and he didn't have access to the Atharim data any longer, the connection from Nox's phone had been severed - long ago.

But Jaxen's data was more intriguing. "What other things did you find?" Sage grinned. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." There was a new spark in Sage's eye - the information he didn't possess. He growled. He'd lost everything because of a friend - and himself. He couldn't blame himself though. He hadn't been in his right might. Corruption - like any machine, he'd been corrupted. One bad bit and things went to hell. Sage sighed and slank back into his seat and pressed his side against Aiden's. The information high washed away with the loss of self. He had to start all over again. "Their information is vast and Nox's link cut me off before even a quarter of it was mined." Sage set his mind to rebuilding his crawlers. It was a simple task, and it didn't require his full attention - and this limo ride certainly didn't need his full attention.