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Mancuso
pressed the flat end of LaSor harder against the man’s chin so he
could feel the heat of the blade edge. As he did so, he caught
sight of something behind the man’s ear. He turned the man’s
head with his free hand. The knight jerked to resist but Mancuso repositioned his weight to pin him down. “Tell me of this.”
The knight didn’t respond but Mancuso already knew what it was, a
cybernetic implant. It used a technology far beyond Epian
standards during the present dark ages. What Mancuso didn’t
know and what bothered him the most, is what the Shadow Knights were
doing with it. The Shadow Knights came from the Salmonil tribes, a
desert people traditionally engaged in herding hay-hochi, a small
triceratops-like animal. They
couldn’t even mint their own coinage let alone develop the nano-technology
and medical science necessary to construct cybernetic implants, but here
it was and it bothered Mancuso deeply. “What
did you use to find me?” The
knight’s eyes tightened in pain as the heat began to burn. No,
he wasn’t going to tell. Pain, pain. “All right! I
used a rod, a golden rod. It made a noise and
glowed at the place you were going to come.” “Was
it this?” Mancuso held up the rod Lenesco used. “Yes.” “Thank
you. My apologies for the burn on your chin. It will heal.
Night knight.” Then
the knight saw and felt no more. |
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