Orazio (Vol. 1) Orazio and the Isis hormone.

What good is money?

Orazia has been living in the Mayoress' mansion for some time now. She has recovered somewhat from her multiple injuries and has spent all this time training with Esther to improve her combat skills.

Even though she has accepted her lot in life, her true nature has not changed. She will always seek out what she perceives to be injustice and right those that do it.

She hates Esther, she hates the Mayoress and she doesn't plan to participate in the mission. But she needs to buy time and think of a way to escape and rescue Orazio.

She has discovered that the Mayoress owns a pair of flying cars and thinks she might be able to steal one of them. But she's not sure if she'll be able to drive it.

She could really use Narmer's help in this situation, but Narmer is not here. Orazia is alone and cannot expect help from anyone.

She can only wait and try to take advantage of any opportunity to carry out her plan.

One morning, after daily training with Esther, Esther informs her that she is ready for the mission. "When you have showered and changed your clothes, go to the Mayoress's office," the hateful woman tells her. "She will be waiting for you there."
"Esther, I want to help you," Orazia says. "But I don't want to do this."
"Obey my order, bitch."

Orazia meets with Esther and the Mayoress in the latter's office. The two women are not alone, there is a third woman. This woman is dressed more provocatively than anything else. She is young and incredibly beautiful.
"This is Isis," the Mayoress says. "but I think you already know her."

"I do," Orazia says. "And you're not getting away with this, Mayoress," she adds, remembering her mission.

The mayoress laughs stupidly.

"Orazio sends his regards" says Isis smiling mischievously.

"What do you want?" Orazia asks. "Are you going to tell me once and for all what this fucking mission is about?"

The Mayoress nods and Esther speaks. "You're going to kill fucking Mrs. Jane Johnson."

"What? I'm not a murderer!" Orazia says.
"You don't have a choice," the Mayoress pipes up.

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It is a dark night outside.

And it is also at night in virtual reality where Mrs. Johnson is.

She is at an outdoor rock concert accompanied by Narmer. But they are both much younger, in this virtual reality they are both in their early twenties.

The band's singer is a curious mix of Jim Morrison and Mick Jagger. Funny, he has the same eyes as Orazio.

The young version of Mrs. Johnson smiles wryly. Strange how the mind works. She takes Narmer's hand and looks into his eyes.

Narmer is very different in this reality. Instead of short, graying hair, he wears a half mane of dark, curly hair.

Mrs. Johnson looks at him realizing all the platitudes. Long, black, curly hair, big, dark eyes...

"You'd be the perfect man if you weren't always so sad." says Mrs. Johnson stroking Narmer's cheek.

Narmer gives her his captivating half smile. The one he had when he was younger. "Don't be a hypocrite. You always liked it when I was sad."

"Maybe back then," she says placing her hand on his chest. There's no heartbeat. No breath. No Narmer at all. It is as if he were a statue. "But things change."

Mrs. Johnson feels an immense sadness, but then someone knocks on the door and she leaves virtual reality to return to Meatspace, the world of real and augmented reality.