Jax arrived at the Lagos Pyrἰnas air terminal, grossly overdressed for the African heat. His dark skin glistened with perspiration and his ethereal-green eyes flashed with anticipation. He made his way to the Lagos Pyrἰnas center and found a room at a ritzy hotel, within eyesight of the Lux Orbis Headquarters. Jax didn’t care about the price; he had plenty of drachma and he was going to spend it the way he wanted to.
He setup his equipment and then paused to take in his surroundings, pulling at his beard, his contemplative tick. The room was chic; pearl white with two complementing aquamarine slashes across each wall; dark steel furnishings decorated everything from the kitchen to the bathroom. It even included a holo-chair that would envelope the body and apply pressure at all the right places, while taking you on a visual journey to wherever you could possibly want. Jax never touched the things—he knew hackers had found ways to steal iris patterns from it. He’d done it himself before.
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Yes, this was very chic.
He spent the next fifteen hours watching hologram-playbacks of Mars’ iris implant, amazed at what he discovered. A strike force to attack Proxima Borealis? Parabellum Scramasax V? These creatures liked their ancient mythologies. What was the V for? Were the four other strike units?
So many questions began rattling through Jax’s brain and he tried sifting through them all to find the most pertinent. Make a priority list; rack ‘em and stack ‘em.
Jax decided he needed to know what the timeframe for this Parabellum Scramasax V was. Did he have time to warn Proxima Borealis? What were the humans going to strike the clones with, and how would they get there? Circulating reports said the Spaceport was far from completion, but at least he knew the location. It’s hard to
hide something like that when humanity had massed its population into seven Continental Pillars.
Thov Rapra.
Jax decided that going there was his next priority.
He parceled away the tidbit about Mars and Fleury being lovers in the past, and that Mars had hurt Fleury; it might be useful in the future.