Page 108 of Even Robots Die
“Libération?” I whisper.
“Yes, why?” he asks just as lowly. “It’s one of yours, am I right?”
The beaming smile that I give him in answer seems to be enough for him, and with a nod of his head, he points me to the door of the apartment we’re about to break into.
The locks aren’t electronic, so I'm not going to be able to do some magic here.
“Can I borrow your muscles to break in the door?” I ask him.
He doesn’t answer me and kicks the door open.
That’ll do.
We couldn’t hear it from the stairs, but the music is blaring inside the apartment and no one seems to react to our intrusion.
What the fuck is happening here?
There are clothes everywhere. Two glasses of wine are discarded in front of a holo screen still playing without the sound, and three empty bottles can be found next to the door that we banged open. I can see a couple of bags of restaurant takeout near those bottles, and I am starting to think that we might have opened the wrong apartmentwhen I hear screams from the other side of the apartment. They’re drowned under the sound of the music, but I hear them all the same.
I run in the direction of the screams and crash through the door—luckily this one was not locked.
And I stop short.
What did I just interrupt?
I need to bleach my eyes.
“What the hell?” I yell over the music, and the two people, naked and very tangled with each other, finally look in my direction.
I have a full view of my dad’s ass as he’s taking the woman I’ve seen on the video feed of the catacombs from behind.
“Get out,” she says as my dad gives another pump.
For fucking sake, he could have at least stopped when he realized I was there.
I turn my back to them and bump into Brice, who is not as appalled as I expected him to be from the scene before our eyes.
Well, his eyes. I’m not looking at anything anymore, and yet the image is still burned into my mind.
I need a drink.
Brice and I go back to the living room and now that I take a closer look, I can see that I should have known what was going on.
Half of the clothes on the ground are underwear, and what I can see of the women’s clothes are more akin to night wear than anything that would be suitable to wear outside.
I stand in the middle of the room as Brice orders something on his holo. It takes a couple minutes for it to be delivered through the window, but by that time, Dad and Isabella are still not out of the room.
I don’t think they stopped and are getting dressed.
It makes me nauseous.
I’m standing in the middle of the living room as Brice passes me what looks to be an orange juice. I don’t dare to put my ass anywhere.Seeing as everything could be used as a surface for fun activities and knowing what I just saw, I’m not sitting anywhere.
I take a sip from the tumbler Brice holds for me.
I was right, orange juice. Sadly.
Brice seems to see the slight grimace I make at the taste.
