Les Mousquetaires – Chapter 4 (A Den of Wolves) Part 1
“The Holy Land is everywhere” Black Elk
“If you want unity, the only way is Tiglath.”
“Tiglath? Jesus Christ.”
“No, but he might as well be.”
“Tiglath, the old war hero?”
“Yes, the old war hero, and the leader and only remaining member of the Red Wolf Clan,” Benny told the woman, with a bit of hesitation, as he was suddenly regretting his original suggestion. By quite a large margin.
“Tiglath still have that much pull with the other clans?” Bruce asked, as he slowly packed all but one of the green bottles of liquor back into his backpack.
“His clan was the only one that stood against the Catholics when they first got airborne. And his clan was completely decimated in that power struggle. But not before the Catholics had conceded ninety-percent of the territory back to Wolf Clan; essentially uniting all of the Indigenous Tribes under one banner.”
“But I thought you said they wouldn’t fight under a single banner,” the woman chimed in then, as she watched on as Benny began the process of punching in the new coordinates for his lightening harvester.
“That’s just it, ever since, there’s been so much backbiting and infighting most of the clans won’t even share the same airspace, let alone room.”
“So, you think Tiglath can get them to see reason?”
“Reason is a funny word, ma’am. If you don’t mind me saying,” the tall, slender, yet well-built man said with more confidence than she ever recalled a Norton possessing.
“Oh, and how’s that?” the fiery redhead asked, curious to see the inner workings of this man’s mind.
“Because every perspective will see a different reason to the same problem. Therefore no two people will ever have the same reasons for anything.”
Lynnette smiled up at the man she only ever recalled as a strange caricature of himself, always spewing about other people’s opinions and ideas – as if they were his own.
“You seem to have grown up a lot since the last time I saw you, Benny.”
The man, whose face would always seem young no matter what, smiled awkwardly at that, as if these days genuine compliments were hard to come by.
“Yes, I do believe I have. So? Are we gonna go and speak with Tiglath, or do you two have a better idea?”
Bruce looked over at the woman and shrugged, and so she nodded in agreement.
“Better hang onto something then. Because the moment I power up the star drive it’s gonna get a bit dicey in here.”
Lynnette raised an eyebrow in concern, and then directed it towards Bruce.
“We drop for a moment, before the thrusters can catch us. But don’t worry… it’s quite quick.”
“What’s quite quick?”
“Either the flight to our next destination, or the explosion on the ground. Either way, it’ll be over before you know it.”
Lynnette sighed loudly at that. Because despite however much she’d intended to be living the quite life by now, out on some ranch, feeding goddamn chickens – here she was instead – flying off in a lightning ship to go and speak to some goddamn rebel leader who – last she’d heard – was nuttier than fucking Audie Murphy.
Jesus fucking Christ.
© Raena Exe 2021
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