Caedmon opened his eyes and found himself tied to a chair in a dark basement. The first thing he did was flex his wrist to see if his wrist unit was still there. Relief washed over him when he saw that the object containing the secret technology of Eudaiz and his make was still on his wrist.
CHe glanced around, surveying his surroundings, and evaluated the situation.
A door at the far end of the room slid open. A man he had seen once in Amaraq fight club walked in. He smiled. “Well, there have been a lot of changes and much development since we met the last time at the fight club. But my interest in you is still the same. You are special. I have chosen you as my successor.”
Caedmon laughed. “I don’t mean to be rude, but my answer is no, thank you.”
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