S-2878 • L3 Sintoluna • D04 Alonabe
"Sintoluna tunes the sky into resonance. Alonabe lengthens the thread of the beginning. The tide traces silver with a light step. The story carries on, clear in growing light."
Saymon watched through the eyes of Yuri, his android infiltrator in the Vorovskoy mir, as he shuffled the cards. He drew the first card from the deck. Two of Pentacles. Two paths. Two fates. One of them would fall.
A relaxed smile spread across his face. Saymon ran his hands through his hair, divided between white and dark brown, and raised his amber eyes to the Patriarch, one of Netheria's leaders. "They did it."
The Patriarch leaned forward. "This must remain a secret. The Vorovskoy mir must never discover that we took their much-vaunted ultimate weapon."
Saymon raised his eyebrows. "They won't."
The Patriarch held his gaze. "Make sure of it."
Saymon drew another card from the deck. He gave a crooked smile.
There was no need to suggest names. The Patriarch knew perfectly well who should carry out that mission.
Unbeatable. Lethal.
"Call Maia and Kiara."