Page 83 of Tortured Soul
“Stop acting like an ass,” Arc barked, pushing him off him and back into his spot.
Carrie chuckled next to me as she leaned to watch the screen. The scale lit up, pointing to the seventh level.
“Impressive.” Dimitri scoffed. “The guy’s a seven acting like a fucking twelve.”
“There are only ten,” I said, narrowing my eyes.
“My point exactly.” He grinned, turning his face to a sulking Carter.
I rolled my eyes in exasperation.
As the screen stopped blinking, the data appeared before me.
Angel, Higher.
Ageless - Fallen 100 to 250 Y ago.
Estimated threat: High
Reward: $30,000 - Outside potential bounty.
“Hey, not so bad.” Carrie chuckled. “If we add it up with the bounty on your head, you’d make someone pretty rich.” She paused, scanning the document. “Yeah, about $120k. Almost what I paid for my shitty apartment back when I lived in New York.”
“Great,” he gritted out.
“It even gives an approximation of when you fell,” I said, moving the screen slightly to show him while making sure it still wasn’t pointing at me. “Is it accurate?”
He grunted, turning his face away.
I’ll take it as a yes, then.
“Do him,” Dimitri said, nodding toward Arc.
I stared at him, waiting for a straight out refusal.
He didn’t, only held my gaze instead.
I turned the device and waited, Dimitri looking over my shoulder.
The scale blinked, pointing to ten.
Even though I was expecting this, it still made my breath hitch.
The silence was deafening as we all waited for the data to appear on the screen.
Unknown, Unknown.
1,500 to 2,000 YO
Estimated threat: Unmeasurable - Should flee.
Reward: $5,000,000 - Outside potential bounty.
“Not sure how they can claim such a high reward if they should flee, but alright,” Dimitri mocked over my shoulder.
Unknown. What was I expecting? They had no idea what he was as he was the only one of his kind. They were probably spot on for the level of threat, though.
“Well, that was enlightening,” Dimitri said, stretching his legs under the table and getting a murdering look from Carter.
