10 Emre 1421yp
Dog considered his long term plans.
Zizi’s delighted that I’m moving into the apartment Rumakova rented for her campaign. She knows so many people there, practically everyone on the block, she won’t be lonely when she visits me.
And . . . it’s time for the next big step, isn’t it?
It’s not like my family would disapprove.
But it’s not something a spy should do. Hell, I’m just a deep mole. The sole action I’ve taken in the whole time I’ve been here was to call Uncle Xen and tell him Paris was being invaded by the Cyborgs.
Because I knew he’d come help.
Which he did, so that doesn’t even count, does it?
My second five-year enlistment is up in eight months. I can resign my commission and just, just . . . be a Oner?
I don’t know if I can do that. Never go home. Never show Zizi around Ash. She’d love the wilderness. Mom would love her to bits and spoil her rotten.
And what will Uncle Xen-who’s-really-my-cousin say?
But Zizi. My Zizi.
I should tell her.
No, that wouldn’t be fair, to put that burden on her. If she doesn’t know, she can go to the One and be exonerated.
But, but . . .
I don’t know what to do.
He eyed his comm. I should call Ice.
But not from work. Dammit. I can't believe they fired him yesterday.
He told me to lay low and shrug if asked about me. Say “Oh, he was a good analyst, but kind of bossy and a real snob. Compensating for being a Native, you know.”
Like hell I’m going to say that. And if I get fired? It’s off to Tall Trees and Zizi.
Maybe President Afgu will leave Ox, Director Ahxe, in charge of Interior Relations. Well, we’ll find out in the morning. One only know who he’ll appoint Presidential Director. Not Ajki, that’s guaranteed.