my gut that hints we are on the precipice of something unprecedented. I would go so far as to say life-changing, but I am not one for dramatics.
Cold, hard logic is the best way to view any situation.
“We are all in agreement that Evren needs to be brought to justice,” I say. Each of my brothers nods, their gazes brightening at the thought of retribution. “The torment the scientist brought upon us is beyond mercy or forgiveness, and the Galactic Court will not rob us of our right to avenge Draxin.”
Drozir folds his arms, and the lines around his mouth deepen at the mention of his twin. Despite the fact we all carry the void of Draxin’s passing, I know it is nothing compared to what Drozir deals with. It is understood among us all that he is the one who will ultimately end the scientist’s life. And I would have it no other way.
I do not care who kills Evren as long as he is dead, but not before suffering greatly. That will not be an issue, considering Drozir’s murderous expression. There will never be anything that compares to what was done to us, but Evren’s death will have to suffice. And I hope once it happens, there will be healing for us all. If not that, then maybe peace. The weight of constant anger is a heavy burden.
The effects of it are easily seen among us, although the manifestations are different.
“However,” I continue, “time is of the essence. There is no doubt in my mind Evren is eager to recover us, which means he’s most likely creating more androids to locate our whereabouts. His army is already vast, and if we want a chance to infiltrate his laboratory, then we must acquire the necessary funds to hire a hacker.”
I glance over at Azron, and once I give him a nod, he takes the floor. “I’ve been doing as much research as possible,” he says, “to gather a list of candidates that have the skills and the stealth to do what we are needing. At the top is an individual who goes by the name Blaze. He’s a Fireblood that’s—”
Zinnik scoffs, grinning maniacally. “What type of name is that? Can he be any more cliché?”
“As I was saying,” Azron says with a pointed glare, “this male is by far the best person for the job, and I’ve contacted him. Based on what I’ve read, he spares no hatred for the G.C., but I’m not sure if he offers his services or what his rate of pay might be.”
“Which is why we need to take this contract.” I pause and use the seconds to fortify myself against the upcoming protests. If I can get my brothers to see the logic in my decision, then all will be well. If not? I may have a mutiny on my hands. “The only caveat is the cargo consists of human beings. The payout is the highest I’ve ever seen, and it will allow us to push forward with our plans more quickly, but there will be a greater amount of danger involved.”
Drozir squares his massive shoulders and exhales roughly. “I do not like this, and it goes against everything we have been through. Yet the thought of expediting Evren’s death is enticing.”
“Sacrificing our morality in order to commit murder…,” Radiq says slowly. “Ironic, is it not?”
“We are righting a past wrong.” When I rise, every gaze in the room shoots to me. “I will leave each of you to make your own choice. I, for one, am weary of living a life in the shadows. If I can have my revenge, and follow that with a life of luxury, then I am more than ready. And there is one thing you should know before you accept. These human females will be sold as breeders if we do nothing, but the buyer wants them for their immunity to the crystals he collects.”
I meet the gaze of each male, giving the proper acknowledgment before I continue. “You may wonder how can I justify delivering them to some unknown master? Well, my question to you is this: Is your intention to rescue every human in captivity? If it’s not, then there is nothing we can do that will make their plight easier. At least by killing Evren we can stop him from hurting others.”
Radiq and Azron are quick to give me a nod of agreement, and Zinnik shrugs, which passes as acceptance. Drozir does not readily