Vanguard: Awakening

Saint Amelìon: Chapter Eleven

"I don't understand." Faring was caught aback by Cedric's question. He was leaning against the end table where he had set down the menu, attempting to acquire more information on House Kilik's dealings. Faring went on about trust, but the disturbing discovery could hardly go unnoticed - and in light of that event Cedric immediately lost trust in Faring and what her goals may or may not be. It could very well be a case of her genuinely not knowing, but the coincidence was simply too much to ignore. After all, she seemed extremely apprehensive - even aggressive about the technology they had found at Rory's Stuff Repair. Faring immediately condemned it, and threatened to contact the authorities. This seemed... Premature, to say the least. At least in accordance with what he had witnessed in her personality prior.

"Saying you don't understand doesn't answer my question. Why was House Kilik's name on that pistol at Rory's? There's no other way for me to word this."

"House Kilik's name was on it?"

"I've said that twice now, stop stalling."

"I told you I don't understand Cedric! I don't know why it had my house's name on it!"

He pressed harder, potentially endangering their current relationship. But if the friendship they developed actually meant anything to her in the long run, then this demand for an answer should hardly be coincidental.

"The moment we went in there you threatened to call the authorities!"

"Yes, because magitech is dangerous and unauthorized firearms is absolutely against the law!"

He slammed his fist down on the end table, forcing its drawer open just a tad. He noticed there was something akin to a brochure in it, he'd look at that later.

"Damn it Faring, what are you not telling me?"

"I don't know!"

Tears began to well in her eyes. Cedric let out an exasperated sigh, maybe she was telling the truth. Something though just didn't feel right, his intuition was screaming at him that there was something much more complex afoot. She could also very well be a master manipulator, and he just never thought about it until now. Without saying another word, he thumbed through the brochure he saw earlier. Flipping through, he noticed there was a pool at the hotel with a hot tub and massage parlor. Some relaxation to think would be ideal right about now, it was getting dark - a hot soak before bed sounded amazing.

"Fine, when you decide you actually want to tell me anything you can find me at the hot tub."

She handed him a copy of one of the chips she acquired from the receptionist, he hadn't realized she was given more than one of what he assumed was the key.

"You'll need this to get back in. We're on floor five hundred." She sniffled.

He thumbed the chip intently.

"Just like that?"

"I don't know what your talking about, and I'm upset - but I also want to make sure you know how to get back, okay?"

He nodded. He went to his suit case and popped it open - there was a fair selection of elegant clothing within. There was only silence between them as he sifted through it, finding what he assumed was something like swim trunks. Either that, or just so happened to be silky pajama shorts. All the clothing at first glance appeared to be large enough to fit him, and the shorts he found had an elastic waist - should be more than fitting enough for a soak. He went into the nearby bathroom and changed - fluffy towels were made easily accessible, white and easy to bleach and clean, or whatever process they used. He acquired what he needed and made his way out of the room. He kept the map of the hotel with him to ensure he wouldn't get lost. It appeared that the pool and hot tub were on the primary floor, the one where the receptionist recided. He removed the leash but kept the collar on, wanting to make sure he wouldn't get detained for not being 'owned.'