Page 11 of Chosen
Pushing away from his desk, he places his hands behind his back and walks over the patio door. He stares outside without turning to face me. “You remind me of your sister when she first came to manor. She was probably justified in her mistrust of thesuperiousas are you. So I’ll overlook this hostility you have toward me. I caution you however, that Sector Leader Draken may not be so tolerant.”
Now it’s my turn to sigh. I don’t understand why he’s taking so long to get to the point. “With all due respect Sector LeaderMagnus, could you please tell me what issue is? You clearly have something to say but you’re hesitating. I’d rather you get it over with because the sooner you get it out the quicker this farce of a conversation can be done.”
At this point, I don’t care that I’m being disrespectful. My nerves are on edge and I don’t think there’s anything he can do to me that hasn’t already been done and probably what will soon happen to me when I go to Sector 10.
“In the rare event when a homo sapien kills asuperious, it’s an instant death sentence in most sectors. There are general laws that bind all sectors in which we must abide but the universal laws mainly governsuperiousconduct and Registry matters. It is the discretion of the Sector Leaders to amend andenforce the laws of their land for the homo sapiens meaning, my sector requires a trial for citizens involving matters such as yours.”
“So I have to go to trial?”
“That would be the case if you were still under my protection. But the moment you were reassigned, you fell under the jurisdiction of Sector 10. Under their bylaws, you’re to be sentenced to death.”
Chapter
Five
DRAKEN
My muscles tense as the chauffeured hover craft comes to a halt in front of Sector Leader Magnus’ manor. I didn’t expect to return so soon after the summit, but upon reading my breeder’s file, I realize time is of the essence to sort out the issue I’d found in her file before it gets beyond my control.
During my entire trip to this sector, I couldn’t relax as I thought of what needed to be done to soothe over what I’m sure Braeden would call an “intersectoral incident.” I only gave the green fields and colorful flowers we’d passed a cursory glance. My only thought was making it to Sector Leader Magnus’s headquarters and collecting my breeder.
There will be trouble if I don’t get her out of this sector immediately.
“If you can give us this extra time before you come to collect Jameshia, then I should be able to sort this matter out for you.” Magnus explains.
I didn’t expect the cross breading technology to find a match for me so quickly. So when he’d contacted me shortly after I was matched, I had believed he wanted to follow up to see whatI thought about the program. At this point, I’d only given my breeder’s file a passing glance.
My tenure as Sector Leader has been one of the shortest among all the sectors. Were it not for the chaos caused in sector 6 over the past year, I would for sure have the least experience among my fellow Sector Leaders.
It’s why I’ve spent a great deal of my time learning the rules of not only my sector and the other 11 along with the intersectoral rules governing all of us. Most people would assume because of the reputation I’ve curried over this time, that my intelligence doesn’t match my brawn. Admittedly, I may not be the smartest man, but I’m familiar enough with the law to realize there’s something Sector Leader Magnus isn’t being forthcoming about.
Mentioning a small incident, and dismissing it so causally made my senses tingle. There was something he wasn’t telling me. I pause and take a measured breath before finally responding to him. “No matter the size of the issue, is she not now my responsibility since she was reassigned by the Registry?”
The length of silence that follows this question is all the answer I need. “I’m going to end this call and get back to you when I have my final response.”
“Wait! I need?—”
I end the transmission without allowing him to finish. I’m sure my abruptness oversteps the boundaries of politeness but in this matter, I don’t care.
“Pull up Registry database,” I command to the voice activated system programed in my office. “
The holographic database pops up and I allow the laser identifier to scan my retinas to verify my identity
“Welcome Sector Leader Draken Westronstrom how may I assist you?” the system’s voice greets me in a pleasant female register.
“I’d like to access the breeder records for Jameshia Smith sector 2. “
Her holographic profile instantly pops up. My eyes immediately go to the image attached to her file. It’s blurry so I can’t quite make out what she really looks like. These pictures are usually of better quality but given the circumstances, I could almost understand why.
There was probably an influx of people who needed to be entered into the database for the first time because many of them were past the age that should have been their initial time. Still, this is sloppy work and should be handled by the Sector 2 leader unless…perhaps her photo is blurry for a reason.
I take a look at her file and note that the last update to it was around the time she was reassigned to Sector Leader Magnus’ manor. He must have blurred her image to protect her from any possible reassignment. Knowing she is the sister of his bride he probably did it for her protection. An overstep on his part.
The only features I can make out is her darker skin. I had caught a brief glance at Sector leader Magnus’s future bride at my visit to his manor during the last summit and from what I could tell, she was a beauty, with rich dark skin and short curly hair. If Jameshia is as attractive as her sister then at least she would be pleasing to the eye.
My gaze roams the file, looking for anything out of the ordinary when it lands on something I didn’t expect to find. There was a flag on her profile which indicated there was an item that could only be accessed by those with the highest authority.
“Open flagged item,” I command.
