say it every day for the people who have no clue what you’re doing for them and their future.”
Lanie reached up and placed a gentle kiss on Cin’s cheek before turning and going into her bedroom. Sensing her movement, Bob woke from his bed on the couch and followed her into the room.
Cin shook his head at Lanie’s words, feeling more like a failure than a hero. Robbie was right. What he’d done regarding the Senator, so close to his own home, was reckless and could have caused a catastrophic butterfly effect of problems.
Cin was still filtering the ramifications and calculating the future probabilities of what he’d done. Nothing popped up as a warning, but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be unexpected consequences or Mandela Effects discovered further down the road.
Turning on the TV with a wave of his hand, Cin sifted through the elite’s few personal communications with each other. Like the Consortium, the bastards didn’t like leaving any electronic means that could be hacked or discovered, so there wasn’t much to review.
Finding nothing of value in their child-like code-worded and vain filled chatter, Cin activated dozens of nanite bots he’d created in another time and place and replicated for use in this one.
It only took seconds for Cin to pull up the entire career history of Agent Alan Gregory Johns and Agent David Paul Mackey. As expected, nearly everything they’d done in their jobs was cover-up crimes of the elite and their minions and frame their enemies.
Anyone who got close to the truth and tried to spread it was in the last category and subjected to federal intimidation techniques that made the mafia look like schoolyard bullies.
Like hundreds of others in the US Intelligence community and their counterparts worldwide, the two agents' entire job was to create narratives of a false enemy to keep the people fighting one another and not the elite overlords and their minions.
Smiling at the two agents' hefty bank accounts, Cin proceeded to hack into their investment accounts. Once everything was negative, Cin worked on siphoning their money into charities across the globe. He routed everything through so many false relays it would take dedicated teams of accountants decades to discover it.
To keep the two agents from suspecting his involvement, Cin did the same thing to a dozen other agents working for the elite. Within hours, the fools would be freaking out over who knew of their treacherous and illegal behavior and wondering how to get their money back.
It would undoubtedly be enough excitement to keep the agents from thinking about little old Laurel Springs and the dead Senator for quite a while.
Pouring himself another glass of wine, Cin checked his forums and posted more proof of fraud, corruption, and truths for the readers to consume and spread. Information was vital right now, and getting it out to the people was his most important job.
Hours passed with Cin working tirelessly until his nanites warned him of a change in the environment. He prepared his armor and readied his weapons when Cin saw Kace's shimmering gold energy form on the back deck.
Checking Lanie to make sure she was still sleeping, Cin headed out the door to the deck and bowed in respect to the Madean. “What brings you here?”
“A warning and a favor,” Kace smiled at his friend and fellow warrior cleric of the Dominion.
“Now, that sounds interesting.” Cin was curious. “Go ahead.”
“What we did on Raider’s Moon has created a large shift in the energy of the universe and is causing panic and anger to rule the minds of the Consortium leaders,” Kace warned. “They know we were there and are vowing to destroy you and all you hold dear. That same energy will cause chaos among all evil denizens of our universe. Be vigilant. This change will greatly impact what is happening in your world.”
Cin already knew of the rumors regarding the Consortium and nodded his thanks for the confirmation. “What favor do you ask?”
The Madean’s energy form stepped closer to Cin. “In your quest to save your world, do not forget the vows you’ve made to the Dominion Order. Remain steadfast in your honor, oath, and loyalty to a higher authority than yourself. You’re not in this alone and must stop reacting as if you are.”
“I understand what you’re saying,” Cin agreed.
He had gone recklessly off the rails when Lanie was taken and again when Cin saw and shared his friend’s anger over the theft of the sacred and magical relics. He