Xavier watched the new girl carefully. She was hiding something. That’s all he knew, but everybody who walked nervously though his door was hiding something, and his employer had made it clear that she had a secret, a secret that mysterious man wanted his hands on.
Xavier questioned this man’s motives, but who was he to refuse cold, hard cash? Not credits, real money. Real money that could buy real food and real clothes. Money that even a human couldn’t refuse. And all for one secret off this girl, this small, nervous girl who looked no older than sixteen.
The man had assured him that she was a 30, nothing he couldn’t handle, but she was hiding something, something that meant real money to a hooded figure with a raspy voice. Xavier smiled at the girl and stuck out his hand.
“Welcome, I’m Xavier.” The girl bit her lip and shook the offered hand.
“Elia.” He glanced at her report. Eris Athena, it said. This was the one. Her file was small and insignificant as she looked. An uneventful Sigma training and the early dismissal that so many unremarkable wizards received. He couldn’t say he was jealous.
Elia knew he wouldn’t be, but she didn’t care what he thought. Right now, she was
occupied with another thought: How would she hide who she really was? It was easy around humans. For all they knew, if you scored a 30 on the WAP, you were a 30, and that was that, but this kid was a wizard, a seer at that. Only Pi’s became seers. He would be powerful and would have no problem dealing with her tricks.
Nihilistic Porcupine 