In the future, where man has traveled to the stars and beyond, there exists guilds with special abilities. Two such guilds are the guild of assassins and the guild of mages. Their laws prevent them from working together. Reaper is the story of two members of the guilds, who ignored their laws and who fight for the greater good.
Genre: Science Fantasy Romance
Bomba stood up and removed her robe. She placed it on a hangar near the bathroom door as well as her pants. She walked into the bathroom and proceeded to take off her underwear as she moved closer to the Mirror. She Stared at the ruby red jewel, in the center of her chest. The jewel itself was pretty, but the resultant scars from the surgery were not. If she dressed as the women of Union did, she couldn’t wear anything low-cut. It would expose the power source of her tech. She Turned around and glanced back at the large metal disk that travelled parallel to her spine. Tek Nok was not cyborg. But was there really a difference? She had decided long ago, that she was simply an enhanced human. So why did she feel less than a woman?
She turned around and stared at the face in the mirror. The brown eyes that stared back at her were eyes of cold indifference. The tear that rolled from the left one suggested otherwise. She waved her hand and the mirror turned black.
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“Bomba? Where is your cloak?” Jokka’s red skin was redder than normal.
“I left it in my ship.”
“Why would you do something so foolish? Are you trying to get killed?”
Bomba shifted uncomfortably in the booth. “No. I used a concealment Spell on the way here. I apologize but I have very little time in this booth. I found the Reaper.”
“What? Listen Bomba. You are in good standings with the Tek Nok. Let this be. Turn your back on the Rebels and—“
“We are not rebels. We are trying to protect the Union. If the government doesn’t wake up, we will become the slaves of the Kainians.”
“Bomba…. You and I both know that this mission doesn’t have anything to do with the rebels, Kainians or the government.”
Bomba placed her hands together. “I call to ask a favor of you. I need a sanctioned tesseract bag.”
“You have one.”
“I need one to give to the Reaper.”
Jokka’s jaw tightened. “So, you are giving away our tech now?”
“No. A limited edition. One that he can’t decipher. I will pay whatever credit that I can even if it takes a lifetime. But I need to do this and if I don’t have him on my side. I will go alone.”
Jokka shook his head. “You have always been a stubborn one.” He reached just over his ear and rubbed his left horn. “I have one that has been sanctioned to give to a rich acolyte. He has made several high-end donations to our guild. I can give you that one but I want one of your spells in exchange.”
“Why? You can’t use my spell language.”
“I will study it and translate it.”
Bomba sighed. “What spell do you want?”
“I want your flight spell.”
“No deal. That is one of the spells that makes me unique among members of the guild.”
Jokka scoffed. “As if you have a choice.”
“You are right, I do not have a choice, but I would offer you another spell that you may find interesting.”
“Which is?”
“The holographic monster summon,” Bomba said. “I can design it and send it to you. You wouldn’t have to learn anything. You can just summon it when you are in trouble.”
“I get to choose the summon?”
“Yes, the size of course is at my discretion. It takes a lot of energy to make a solid light holograph.”
“Yes, what I have in mind will only come to my knee.”
“Your knee?”
“Hey, I like cute things.”
Bomba rolled her eyes. “I will get it to you tomorrow. When can I expect the Tesseract?”
“I will send it this evening. It should reach your location in two to three weeks.”
“Three weeks? Travel time should be at most three days from the capital.”
“Mail is slow.”
“You are an arch-mage. Make it faster.”
“Yes, I am an arch-mage and you will do well to remember your place.”
“I mean no disrespect,” Bomba said as she bowed her head. “But time is of the essence. The longer we wait here….”
“Say no more. Even though I don’t agree with the danger you are placing yourself in, I sympathize with your plight. I will get it to you in five days.”
“Thank you,” Bomba said.
“I have security to consider, so you must return here in four days to receive instructions on how to retrieve it. At that time, I will expect you to give me that spell.”
“Yes.”
“Bomba, do try to live as long as you can. As my protégé, it is my hope that you will one day replace me on the council.”
“You are much too ornery to ever be replaced.”
End of Part Two of Chapter Four.
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