New Gotham—March 15, 2100
New Gotham—March 15, 2100“We were tricked.” The former angel Armaros folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall, not troubling to hide his irritation from his two companions.
His oldest friend, now known as Baruch Harding, barely smiled in acknowledgment of his complaint, so focused was he on his work.
That, at least, hadn’t changed.
“Tricked?” Tupperman asked quietly, his expression revealing his doubts. Although Armand had not known their earthly contact long, he already found the mortal man irritating. Tupperman seemed smug to him, confident in some knowledge he would not share.
That Tupperman was at ease in this sphere, with its dirt and deception, was no endorsement of his character. For Armand, there was nothing of merit in the physica
