Cindrac - Mikayla Lane Page 0,6
and this was his after-death.
He stirred the stew and looked out the window at the incredible view of mountains and the bounty of birds and squirrels. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, and Cin figured he could happily live out eternity here if he were dead.
A noise in the other room pulled him from his thoughts, and Cin was halfway down the hall when Loquan stumbled out of the additional master bedroom.
Her milky white eyes stared into his own for a moment before Loquan smiled. “The nanites and AI said we’re free. Is it true?”
“I don’t know, but I do know the elite’s soldiers haven’t found us yet.” Cin headed back to the kitchen and the food he didn’t want to burn. “Come eat, and maybe we can figure this out.”
“I have all this information running through my head.” Loquan sat at the bar across from where Cin stood at the stove. “Is it real? Is all this true?”
Cin stirred the stew again and then went to the cabinet he was in earlier when looking for a pot. He pulled out two bowls, put them in the sink, and then rummaged through the drawers until he found some silverware.
“All I know is that after I got the nanites, I had a seizure. Then a voice in my head killed the lab staff, knocked out the soldiers, stole a vehicle, and brought us here.” Cin washed the bowls and spoons in the sink before turning back around to get the stew.
Loquan leaned across the counter with a smile. “You killed the lab staff? How?”
Cindrac suppressed a shiver at Loquan’s apparent glee and poured the stew into both bowls. “The voice set off their kill switches. What do you know about what happened?”
Loquan took the bowl of food Cindrac held out to her and wasn’t too happy with his answer. “I know that the voice in my head says we have the power to destroy them all. We need to make sure they can never hurt us again.”
Cindrac slowly took a bite of food, not sure that he liked where this conversation was going or the feeling he was getting from Loquan. Something wasn’t right with her, and he’d been a soldier long enough to know that he needed to tread carefully.
Fully expecting this decadent bliss to end at any moment, Cindrac wanted to enjoy every second before the elite’s ripped it all away. That meant he needed to figure out where Loquan was going with her thoughts.
“What do you think we should do?” Cindrac took another bite of the food.
He was surprised by how good it tasted and wanted to enjoy it. The stew was a lot better than what the elite’s usually rationed Cin for his slave class.
“We should kill the overlords and their minions,” Loquan’s face took on a hard edge, and she gritted her teeth. “I can’t go back to being a slave again, and if we truly have the power, the voice says we have, we shouldn’t have to be slaves.”
They’d been free for only hours, and Loquan was already pushing for a war with the elite. The two of them weren’t even sure what power they had or if it would even last. Maybe it was the fact that he’d been a soldier for decades, but Cindrac wasn’t excited about jumping right into another battle.
“Maybe we should start by at least verifying what kind of power we have and figure out how to use it?” Cindrac suggested gently, not wanting to argue with the seemingly volatile woman.
“That’s a good idea.” Loquan smiled, and it chilled Cin.
Facing the large TV in the living room behind her, Loquan squealed with delight when the device turned on. Wanting to see what he could do, Cin asked his nanites to turn the channel to the largest global news network.
“That’s us!” Loquan pointed at the screen and the image of Cindrac carrying her down the lab building steps before the camera footage went dark.
Moments later, the news station showed Cin and Loquan in the stolen pursuit vehicle driving down the road before the footage again cut out. A wide-eyed female minion faced the camera.
“The world government has stated that ‘anyone aiding the two terrorists will be put to death.’ If you see them, you must call the security forces immediately,” the woman breathlessly stated.
Cindrac changed the channels with his mind until it stopped at each of the different news stations. As he expected, the elite was airing the