Machia Veil Timeline
Four days later, 9 pm – The Mirror Restaurant, Club 7, Suffox Place, Londoom
Up a spiral staircase, away from the chatter of the Mirror restaurant, Ellis was enjoying a lavish dinner with Castar and his retinue. Kit Mannon was also there.
“Thank you, thank you, he is under control now!” said Castar.
The staff clapped and toasted, clinking their glasses.
“Enough, enough. We’re not out of the woods yet,” Castar said.
“No, not at all,” said Ellis, arching her eyebrows as she picked up her gin martini.
Kit gave Castar a knowing glance, and as they stood up, the caterers handed Kit his custom-made brandy cocktail.
“Thank you,” said Kit, smiling.
Ellis followed them, feigning a bathroom break.
They headed down the spiral staircase. Ellis followed their elongated shadows along the walls. They entered a private room and closed the door.
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Ellis returned to the Mirror and grasped an empty glass from the bartender. Upon returning, she hid in the adjacent room to Kit and Castar, jamming a chair against the door. She placed the glass on the wall and listened in.
“Emin Kinslow is mounting the pressure on getting his son back,” said Kit.
“Oh, no no no no!” said Castar.
“We’ll be okay. We need to keep Nate here longer.”
“I mean, we have him under control, but I don’t know how long we can keep him like this.”
“We found two promising sites, but still no portal. We may need to go to plan C.”
“Plan C! That’s a lot! We would harm the boy! Then what?” he said.
Ellis recalled that plan C was to render Nate unconscious.
“We may have no choice,” said Kit.
“We have nothing if he dies!” said Castar.
“He won’t die. We will find it before he does.”
Ellis stayed still. She agreed. Keeping Nate from heading to Bellatorn was an hourly challenge.
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Next day, August 11th - Boardroom. The Caracole Building, Archaemene Headquarters, Londoom
“He’s out of control,” said Ellis. “He picks fights with the members and kisses other member’s wives. He enjoys being chased around the building.”
“We tried to get him to settle for one of the Arch Sirens so we could reduce the drugs, but it didn’t work,” said Tipper.
Kit was standing with his hands in his pockets, giving his back to his Archs, reflecting.
“He is manic and aggressive. A habit of late, and sirens are becoming weary of his angry ways. Hecuba won’t go near him!” said Ellis.
“We need to let him return to his normal state,” said Tipper.
“No,” said Kit. “We push on.”
“But. -”
“-We continue,” he said.
Ellis pressed her lips, and Tipper averted her gaze.