Chapter 6: Consequences of Getting Known
“You can pick the crates up anytime.”
Cato’s voice buzzed through Raine’s head as she approached the outskirts of Ellesz’s capital city. She let out a long breath, some tension within her easing. It was more stressful than she’d expected to know that she was being hunted by assassins, who might be Platinum or even higher. Even if both she and her sister had incredibly sharp senses for Peak Gold, they didn’t have the Skills to defeat dedicated stealth and assassination builds. Something Dyen had proven.
It was damned unsettling, the way he could sneak around.
“Good,” she said, tracing a burning path after Leese. “Dyen already intercepted one assassin.”
“What, already?” Cato sounded almost offended. “How’d that one find you way out there?”
“Tracking Dyen, apparently,” Leese replied, amused. “The fact is, though, once we start passing through cities someone is going to find us.”
“Well, I can’t stop that just yet, but this little gift ought to help you deal with it.” Cato’s voice, even through the odd mechanism of the lizard, was confident enough to be reassuring. “At least until the other versions of me get up and running.”
“And we get to Platinum,” Raine said.
“And you get to Platinum,” Cato agreed. “And beyond, though once you start getting near the core worlds you’re probably going to have to be very careful.”