S-2878 • L3 Sintoluna • D04 Alonabe
"Sintoluna tunes the sky in resonance. Alonabe stretches the thread of beginning. The tide draws silver in a gentle step. The story moves clear, in growing light."
Saymon looked through his Vorovskoy mir android, Yuri, and shuffled the cards.
He drew the first from the deck:
Two of Pentacles.
Two paths.
Two destinies.
One of them would fall.
He smiled casually.
Ran his hands through his hair—half white, half dark brown.
His amber eyes met the Father, one of Netheria's leaders.
"They did it."
The Father leaned forward.
"This must remain a secret.
The Vorovskoy mir can never know we took their most pretentious weapon."
Saymon raised an eyebrow.
"They won't."
The Father held his gaze.
"Make sure of it."
Saymon picked another card from the deck.
A faint smile curved his lips.
There was no need to suggest names.
The Father already knew who should take on this mission.
Unbeatable.
Lethal.
"Call Maia and Kiara."