Answers and Blank Spaces

[Lucas Kellan]

The Shadow Marshall’s own device had gone off, saying that regardless of experience at home, he’d need some empire work “under his belt.” Shadow 1-8 frowned and closed the feed, walking back toward the local “elevators.” Several of the others he had met had already left and the other spy- type had disappeared into the night.

He’d figure out where Echo was later, that is if she was here.

He couldn’t be picky in this world on what jobs he took for OM. If he even needed the OM here.

Here he could summon anything he wanted.

He disappeared into the night and worked his way up to the Tier 4 elevators and back to Tier 1. Lucas found himself tapping on his arms, impatient as the elevators took their sweet time back up.

He made his way, or in his case, he pushed aside some of the citizens in his way, a bit annoyed.

He was silent, putting on his poker face as he stopped at the military scanners, making sure his “info” was up before being waved through the military scanners.

“Shadow 1-8, you are cleared”. Move through.

The man disappeared into thin air as he moved toward three strangers, M23 combat knife close by, in hand.

He reappeared as soon as he stopped, slipping the combat knife away.

He stood there, his eyes looking over at the three voices talking, a woman with blonde hair, a woman with longer dark hair and a living, talking robot. Wait, a living talking robot? That… was unusual even for him, everything he’d seen in terms of robots were droids, giant ones that killed but none other robots this advanced…

Lucas eyed the three of them talking and stepped to the side, eyeing every detail.