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.Again he heard what I projected.He nodded and walked down towards the holding cell.“Where are we going?” I asked as he lead me through a side door.The only thing I knew to be down this corridor was the weapons room.“The weapons room.”“I’ll actually get to see it?” He looked at me sideways and smiled a crooked, goofy smile.There were three doors back to back with code and key locks to get through followed by a final scanned access door.We walked into a closet sized room with a few weapons on the walls and along the floor.“This isn’t it,” he said noticing my skepticism.He placed his hand on another scan pad.A quick beep sounded and air tight pressure released.He pushed open the door and led me through.“Wow.Now this is a weapons room…” I was awestruck.My jaw was hinged open in the perfect ‘O.’ The site was overwhelming and utterly breathtaking.Think of the biggest warehouse you’ve ever seen and multiply it by ten.The ceilings were a good thirty feet high which baffled me since we hadn’t gone down any stairs.All around the walls in pool stick holder-type racks were swords of all shapes and sizes.There were floor to ceiling shelves full of boxes and barrels of who knows what.In the center was a large four walled thick glass box, again floor to ceiling, with grenades.Four more lines behind the first with more tiny bombs of some sort.There was one row that spanned the entire warehouse of wine racks.Instead of wine though they held guns; a lot of rifles but many others I didn’t know by name too.“Follow me.Don’t touch anything.We have trick boxes that will explode if touched,” he warned.“You don’t have to tell me twice.”I tagged close behind him down the center row of shelves and crates.Midway, beside the glass enclosures he took a quick right.It was then that I saw for the first time a science lab.Three men in white lab coats busied themselves amongst the bubbling chemicals and massive computers with blue holographically imaged screens.“Hello Mr.Kulani,” greeted a blonde haired tech.I had a hard time telling his origin.His features were exotic yet normal.“Cut the crap.Is it ready?” Kai demanded.His chastise surprised me.“Yes sir,” the man replied not thrown the slightest by Kai’s tone with him.“Do I get to meet the lady?” he asked as he searched for what Kai requested.“Leka, this is Ralph, Gabi’s cousin.Ralph, Leka,” he sighed agitated into being cordial I suppose.“Gabi, as in slightly tan, brunette and Spain Spanish Gabi upstairs?” I checked.“Her mother was Russian.I’m her aunt’s child,” he explained as he handed a box to Kai.He extended his hand towards me and I shook it but couldn’t get over how different the two were.“Where did the name come from? It doesn’t sound Russian…”“It’s not.My birth name is Rachevik.”“Raw-shay-vick? Ok, I sort of like Ralph better now…” Ralph was strange.He was informal yet formal.He was loose yet stiff.Something was off about him but I couldn’t put my finger on it…“Come Leka, Ralph has work to do.”“Yes, of course I do.” I heard an edge in his response.I made a mental note to drill Kai about him later.“It was nice meeting you,” I waved awkwardly as Kai was already pulling me back towards the door.Ralph smiled and waved as we rounded back to the center aisle.When we were back in the closet he set the case on the single wood table in the corner.It looked more like a café table since it was barely 2.5x2.5 and the top hit near my chest.He opened the box and lifted out two more, one small and one large.“These are for you and you alone Leka.They will only work with you,” he said.He set down the large one and revealed the content in the small one.Inside was a silver necklace with a charm, a thick upside down cross with intricate carvings on it.“It’s beautiful,” I gasped.He chuckled.“What?” I was confused by his reaction to my comment.“It’s a necklace but it’s not meant to be a necklace.”“Run that by me again.”“It won’t work for me; remember it works only with you.”“Ok?”“Here.Put it on for now.I’ll show you after.” I turned and he gently put the necklace around my neck.“Thanks.” I put my hand over it to make sure it was secure.“Don’t!” I jumped back throwing my hands up, startled by his reaction.“Sorry,” I shrugged.How was I supposed to know what I could and couldn’t do with it…He moved on to the big box.The things he removed were surprisingly familiar; a gold dagger like his and a holder.The holder was on a belt about an inch in width [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]