The Sapphire Pass: All-Father

Traitor

Indira seethed as she pulled her car up to the curb and stomped over to the elevator. James' second rejection stung her deeper than she'd ever fully admit. What was more is he was still fully intent on effectively selling her off to a foreign monster that played at politics above his station.

No. She wouldn't stand for this.

She grabbed her bags and walked back to her car. Tossing them beside her in the passengers seat and drove. She kept driving until she wasn't even slightly sure of where she was.

She got out of the car and looked around for any signs or landmarks that she could identify but there were none, the road ended just up head. The only options she had were to turn around and go back or continue down one of the small paths on foot. She chose the latter, grabbing her bag and walking into the night.

"Ungh! Let me go you sons of bitches!" Orion said in frustration pulling at his restraints. "I'm not your enemy I'm trying to help you! At least take this bag off of my head."

Suddenly, as if his plea was heard he squinted against the bright lights.

"What's the meaning of this?" he asked.

He didn't see anyone in the small charcoal-colored room, void of any furnishings save for his chair and a small comm on the wall.

"We had to make sure you were not impaired by any substances and free of influence," a voice said over the speaker on the wall. "Why are you here?"

"You know why I'm here," he said with a scoff.

"Who are we?" the speaker asked.

"The rebels, The Free?" he said, unsure if that was the answer they were looking for. "That's where Nero said he was taking me anyway."

"Then speak, and tell us what you know."

"What information do you want?" he asked, but there was no answer, and still when he asked again.

So he just began talking about everything he'd seen or heard, big or small, since he'd been lucid. About the meeting he'd had with James and that he said the last mission he'd undertaken had swayed the future to James side, and that his former partner, and himself at one point, were chosen to go undercover. He also told them about how he had to leave her behind and that he hadn't seen Nero since, but he did suspect the apartment he and Ophelia had been given was possibly wired to listen in to their conversations. If that was true, then he had no doubts that Nero would be in trouble and if they would have listened to him first instead of chaining him up like an animal they would have known that.

"Can I go now?" he asked, hearing a woman yelling at someone down the hall, "How many people are you doing this to anyway?"

"You are free," the voice finally said, "We welcome you."

After a minute a man came to the door and unlocked his handcuffs.

"Follow me," he said leading him down the hallway, "Please wait here while we check on some of your intel."

Orion leaned against the wall and rubbed the faint red marks on his wrist, if this is how they treated those that wanted to join them, what did they do to deserters or traitors? As he waited on the burly man to return he saw a woman and a man dressed the same as the first exit from a room further down the corridor.

She was as tall as she was gorgeous and her dark hair was braided and laid over one shoulder. The delicate gold ringlets that adorned it matched the hints of gold in her brown eyes. The way she moved was regal and measured, despite being in cuffs as he had been she moved with the grace of a warrior.