Sector 10

Chapter 4

I rubbed my wrists where the cuffs had clamped over. Jonathon, the kind man that I met at the bar, was walking alongside me. The twinkle in his eye remained, despite spending a week or so in this wretched place. We were walking through a silent street, away from the magnate apartments. Some of the regular apartments could be found here.

I looked at Jon. He was walking with a laid-back poise, his hands in his pockets as he whistled a soft tune. He wore a black suit jacket and some casual brown pants this time. He still subtly smelt of a cologne. I bet the scent was called opulence and riches. Maybe with a hint of cedarwood.

"I was doing perfectly fine on my own, you know," I grumbled.

"That's why you were in the clutches of two officers?" he eyed me with a goofy smirk.

"I had a plan."

There was silence as we continued walking. We were reaching one of the plazas that didn't attract as many people. He was initially leading the way, meaning I had no idea where exactly we were heading. I took the opportunity to let my curiosity get the best of me again and I talk more than I want to.

"Why did you save me?" I asked in a monotone voice.

Jon looked at the pitch-black sky and thought for a moment before answering, "you retrieved my watch for me. It was my uncle's. I figured I owed you."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

He was repaying a favour, that's all. Jon turned to face me, his eyes lingering on the gun stuffed into its holster. He scanned me; me and my chafed, worn, probably scuffed clothing before saying, "you want to hang out?"

"What?"

"Do you want to hang out?" he repeated.

I didn't know what to say, so I let him keep speaking.

"It can be later or whatever, but you're the only person that has been at least remotely friendly to me. This sector is pretty scary without mates. Especially ones familiar with the place." He said this with a wink.

That's the first time someone had said something like that to me. I contemplated his question before finally spurting out an answer: "I... you know what, sure."

He was ecstatic as we exchanged numbers. I really had nothing better to do, so I figured it wouldn't do any harm.

"What's your name, by the way?" he asked as he tucked his phone away. I would've stayed silent, but he insisted, and I had to give him something to call me. Although, I wouldn't have minded "weird girl in black that rescued my watch."

"Silver."

He glanced at me, seemingly intrigued for a moment. Then we continued our little stroll. Soon, I finally asked him where we were going, and he told me that he needed to pick someone up. After that, I left him at the centre of the plaza, exchanging goodbyes.

As I finally travelled back home, I reflected on what had happened. What had happened? After crawling through my window, I ripped off my equipment and uniform. I flopped on my bed and opened my phone, staring at the newest addition to my phone. Jon's number. My eyelids slowly shut, and I drifted off.

A magnate and a syndicate's weapon.

Are we friends now? Associates? This was all so pathetically new to me.

I'd justleave it at companions.