Destiny Sorrow by Rod Galves (recommended ebook reader .txt) 📕

have.” Continued the voice with more emotions than Evelin expected of an android “I want to know what I can do to help you.”

“Weapons.” Norna replied by going straight to the point; “Everything you have here now.”

“What's the hurry?” Asked Kurtrick. “I can make orders too. The best items take a while to get.”

“Well, we don't have time,” continued the pilot of the Agents. “We want everything you can give us now.”

The pixels on Kurtrick's face quickly changed and formed a confident smile.

“I don’t give things here; I sell. But let me see what I can offer.”

He stayed static for a few seconds, and Evelin looked at the others waiting for something until he moved again.

“I think I have something you're going to like.”

One of the bald ones brought an android of a model very different from everything they had ever seen. It was completely black, and its head was oval, different from the rectangular of Gardenia.

“He is an elite android fighter from Limbus.” Announced the trafficker.

“How did you get such a thing from a neighboring country?” Asked Evelin and repented soon after.

“It's my job, sweetie. I've got 20 of those. They can defeat an entire battalion on their own. And two hundred more standard combat androids from Gardenia. Another bunch of guns and ammo for months of war. We even have a laser revolverhere. You really want everything? I'd charge a million, but since we're friends, I'm only going to make eight hundred and fifty thousand, what do you think?”

Immediately Evelin strained her muscles thinking what he would do when he heard how little money they had.

“How about five thousand?” Proposed Norna in all seriousness that he could pass.

The android stopped for a few seconds before proceeding.

“I think there was a failure with my sound receivers. Did you try to haggle for five grand?”

“All right,” said Norna. “Ten thousand and we have a deal.”

Kurtrick took a revolver placing it on his desk and all his security guards took his guns.

“I can sell you that revolver for ten thousand,” Kurtrick replied. “Or shoot you if you keep with this joke.”

“We have twenty thousand,” Norna announced. “That's all we have to spend.”

“I may be a machine, but you're hurting my feelings. I thought Sorom was a businessman. I can take the 20 grand and give you some common weapons and ammo.”

“We only have twenty thousand, but we need everything you got.” Golbert said.

“Are you kidding me?” Said the android showing irritation in his voice; something that left Evelin confused “This is not charity, it's business! If you're going to treat me like this, you can leave and never come back.”

The security guards took a step forward trying to intimidate them. Evelin saw Golbert and Norna looking at each other without ideas and decided to interfere.

“Kurtrick, how much do you know about Sorom's plans?”

The android analyzed the figure of Evelin and only then responded.

“I know that they are against the God-Computer and want to fight it. I don't care what my clients do, if they pay well and unfortunately, you're not paying.”

“What if I tell you that soon we will have contact with Air Temple technology? The Guardians' weapons are the most advanced. We give you the twenty thousand and you deliver everything you have, then we leave all the technology of the temple to you.”

Once again Kurtrick stopped, calculating the information.

“Even if it were true, what guarantee would I have?”

“Our word is enough,” Norna said. “We never go against our word. It is a policy of Sorom.”

“Oh, yes, because the Chaos Agents are known even for honesty.”

“We can give you the location of our base,” Golbert suggested. “There is no greater guarantee than that.”

“I prefer something more substantial, perhaps the daughter of the guardian Simeht.”

instinctively Evelin's hand went to her pistol watching the android rising and heading towards er.

“If anything goes wrong, I'll give you to your father and be a hero of history.  If you win, I'll give the little girl back and you give me God's technology.”

The bald guards raised their weapons surrounding the group. The agents also took their weaponry, prepared to defend themselves. Tugsten pointed his machine gun covered by a flaccid glove.

“We don't negotiate people, Kurtrick,” Norna announced.

“A pity, it is a very lucrative market.” Kurtrick continued without being intimidated. “You know you won't make it to the elevator alive if we start a firefight. I'm making a very generous offer.”

Evelin saw in Norna's eyes that she really seemed to be considering the exchange and decided to act again.

“It would not be good. If you arrest me, Sorom will pass my location on to my father. He's overprotective, he's going to come here with temple troops and inevitably end your trafficking scheme.”

Once again, the women exchanged glances and Evelin concluded that the pilot would let her try to solve it before anything drastic.

“Are you threatening me, little girl?” Asked Kurtrick. “I've dealt with Guardians of the Order before, and I'm not afraid of your father.”

“The point is that you won't have to deal with anyone. We will win and, when that happens, you will have the rarest and most valuable weapons on the market.”

Kurtrick's pixelated expression changed, showing a raised eyebrow evidencing his attention.

“How can you be so sure that they will win? Fighting the whole country with your little group is suicide.”

The truth was Evelin wasn't sure they were going to win. She did not believe they would even fulfill today's mission; however, she needed to convince the android and remembered what Norna and Golbert said earlier.

“If anyone is capable of it, that someone is Sorom. There is no alternative to him other than to end the destinies of God-Computer. And you know Sorom, you know what I'm talking about is true. He will not stop until his mission is completed.”

This time the android stayed longer thinking until he asked his security guards to keep their weapons.

“You will give me this twenty thousand, the location of your base and Miss Simeht here will record a