Art’s wife, Avara Morali, once a Colonel in the SSIN, now hosted a current-events-and-entertainment talk show on the ’Net (Lorn couldn’t stand to watch it). They also had a four-year-old daughter, Melissa (named after his sister and, he had to admit, pretty much the cutest thing to ever toddle around on two legs since his Melissa had been that age), a cat, a dog, a substantial home in a wealthy suburb of Bagnell, and a very nice holiday property in the mountains. In short, they were settled and respectable, their adventuring days of derring-do behind them.
But he wasn’t asking for any derring-do. He just wanted to wash his hands of Javik’s “anomalies,” let someone else worry about it, and get back to…
…to what?
He shook his head. He didn’t have an answer. He didn’t know what he was tryi
