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Lucky for us, cybemancy isn’t widespread and probably won’t become so-this drek is heavy magic. Stands to reason that the few magicians who know the rituals guard their secrets very, very carefully and probably charge staggering fees for their services. The clinics apparently can’t do the whole cybermancy thing without these mages, and there are maybe only three or four of them on the whole planet. And nobody knows for sure who the frag they are.
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Posted to Shadowiand BBS by Captain Chaos, New Magic e-doc, 10 January 2057
Pakow hit the ground hard as the shock wave caused the earth to roll beneath his feet. For the better part of a minute, he simply lay there, the pain ratcheting through his body. He smelled blood and feces and knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Choking on the foul dust that floated through the air, he tried to stand, but found he couldn’t.
So close, he thought, just another hundred meters and I would have made it.
His hand tightened convulsively on the chip he still held. I’m sorry, Shiva. I let you down again.
With that thought, Pakow grew angry. Wake had done this to him. Wake had cost him everything, and for what? For some stupid project that was supposed to save the world. What good would it do to save the world when saving it meant changing it beyond recognition?
Fueled by his anger, Pakow found the strength to pull himself up onto his hands and knees. The back of his coveralls were drenched in blood, as was the front. In the dim orange light from what was left of the compound, the blood was black, and looked evil.
Pakow almost smiled at the thought. I’ve seen more blood than most living men, and this is the first time I’ve ever thought of it as being good or evil. I guess it takes dying to put things into perspective.
He pushed himself to one knee and then to his feet. Staggering like a drunken man, he made his way toward the helipad.
If I can just make it, Wake can heal me. He has to. Who else is familiar enough with his work to be any use? Who else is going to be willing to help a madman destroy everything he cares about?
As he got closer to the low rise that hid the helipad from the rest of the compound, Pakow could hear the quiet whine of electric turbines.
He paused to rest for a moment, and turned to look at his weaving tracks in the fine dust. Like a damn snake that’s lost its mind.
Pakow smiled at the thought, and realized that blood loss was making him giddy.
Got to get there before it’s too late.
With that sobering thought, he started off again.
He crested the rise to find the helipad in darkness. Only the high-pitched turbine sound gave any indication that there was life down below.
“Did you bring the chip?” Wake’s voice floated out from the empty landscape to his left, causing Pakow to stumble.
Turning, he saw the tall, skinny form appear, only steps away.
“You’ve been there all along,” said Pakow, pointing a finger at Wake. “Been standing there watching me, and you didn’t even try and help?”
Wake smiled in the dim light, and his eyes glittered. “I couldn’t, actually. It would have compromised the spell I was casting. Did you bring the chip?”
Pakow looked down at his chest, at the fresh blood covering the ash-clotted old blood. “I’m hurt bad. I need some help.”
Wake nodded as Pakow looked back up at him. “Yes you do. Did. You. Bring. The. Chip?”
Pakow stared at Wake for a moment. “Help me.”
Wake shook his head. “I would if I could, Doctor Pakow. Believe me, it won’t be easy to replace you, but that is a cross I will just have to bear.”
Pakow felt the strength go out of his legs, and he sank to his knees. “What are you saying?”
Wake moved forward. “I’m sorry. I truly am. But it was you who led the wolf to our door, and even though I understand why you did it, that is still a big no-no.”
Pakow shook his head to clear it. Wake’s voice was drifting in and out and it was starting to confuse him. He suddenly felt far away from his body. The pain was still there, but it was disconnected somehow.
He tried to speak, but Wake shushed him with the press of his long fingers to Pakow’s lips. “Still, I would probably have saved you, but you’re too much of a risk to me now. If I took you with me, it wouldn’t take them long to find you. Not with all the blood you’ve left on the ground. If they found you, they’d find me too. I can’t allow that to happen. I’m very Sorry.”
Pakow talked past Wake’s fingers. “Shiva? My daughter?” Wake smiled gently, and Pakow thought it was the first time he’d ever seen the man look human. “Except for your recent actions, you have served me well. Rest easy. I’ll make sure your wife and daughter are well cared for.”
Pakow looked into that face and knew that Wake couldn’t be trusted to keep his word. “Shiva would never take anything from you,” be said bitterly. “She knows right from wrong, and you are evil. She would never take your charity.”
Wake smiled. “Now the chip, if you please, Doctor. There are people starting to search this area, no doubt looking for you. I’m running out of time.” He held out a bony hand, palm up.
Pakow smiled. “I’ll see you in whatever hell is reserved for those who have betrayed humanity.” And with the last ounce of strength he possessed, Pakow flung the chip out into the darkness.
Wake caught him as he fell, and Pakow looked into the other man’s eyes. For the first time, Pakow noticed that they were blue.
Wake smiled down at him, a tender, awkward look that didn’t sit well on his skull face. “I understand, and I won’t hold it against you. Now rest easy, Doctor. You deserve it.”
Wake lowered him gently to the ground, then Pakow watched as Wake drifted into the darkness in the direction he had thrown the chip.
He lay there, looking up at the night sky, which was surprisingly clear. The stars were faint, because of the fires raging near the compound, yet they twinkled softly. Like distant echoes in his mind, Pakow could hear the shouts of men, men who were looking for him, looking for Wake.
He didn’t care any more. Suddenly, all the pain in his body eased, and he was floating.
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Let it be known that on this day; 10 August 2060. due to the overwhelming evidence presented, as well as the accused’s apparent refusal to come to his own defense, this court has no choice but to rule in favor of the party of the first part. Effective immediately, all control of said Fratellanza monies and property shall be transferred to Julius D’imato, pending a formal investigation into the mental capacity of Marco D’imato.
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from D’imato vs D’imato, Writ of Judgment 3387-BLE-67 GHE, Magnolia Bluff District Court, Judge B. L. Clausen, presiding, 10 August 2060
De Vries watched as the tall, gaunt man walked away from the prone body of Raul Pakow. Shifting his senses to the astral, he saw the dark plane become filled with diffused light.
Glancing down, de Vries saw the last of Pakow’s aura slip away, his body growing dark, where once there had been light. I’m sorry. I wish things could have ended differently for you.
De Vries didn’t have time for more sentiment than that, because when he turned his astral sight back toward the walking man, the man who had to be Oslo Wake, he was stunned.
Wake obviously had no idea anyone was watching him, or he surely would have taken care to mask his aura. De Vries had gone up against enough creatures of darkness and magical prowess to see that Wake was at least an initiate of magic.