Chapter 33: Sacrifices
Inside Joey’s car, parked in front of the little café, the roles had changed in a miserably poetic manner. Long ago, in that car, Joey had watched through the transparent tablet as Scott started his journey to the stars. Now Scott used that same tablet to watch as Joey ended his. Snorri Gian stood in the dark preparation room, blades sheathed, pistol holstered, no grenades and the usual dark robes feeling more than ever like an announcement of incoming death. Usually the death announced was that of his enemies. Today it was his. The crowd roared outside. Partially, he despised those vicious dogs, thirsty for blood, relishing and profiting in the struggles of others rather than finding their own adventures. Partially he pitied them. The players scattered through the grandstands expected
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