Page 299 of Chaos has a Name
Talking about it would help.
“He was in his house, gleefully planning to hurt Ethan, and I’m not sorry I did it. If you’re looking for a sign that I’m feeling worked up about it, I’m not. He moved at Gene to kill him, and I handled it.”
He brushed some drying hair off of her face, and tucked it behind her ear.
“I’m not looking for anything. I’m giving you a chance to get it off your chest so you can move on.”
She stared into his eyes.
“It’s not easy to take a life, Elizabeth. I know that you still feel that when you have to do it. We’ve been together for a long time. I know you better than anyone.”
That he did.
“Really, I’m good, Orion. If I just shot him without him trying to shank Gene, I would feel some remorse. I was protecting my partner. That’s the bottom line.”
Yeah, he was aware.
He’d reached out to Corbin, and the man had given him the official autopsy report.
The city coroner hadn’t been able to prove he’d been shot. The heat of the fire caused Javier Hughes’ skull to crack and break apart. Reed Peterson was good, but he wasn’t him—that was for damn sure.
Chris would have been more suspicious.
Then again, who knew if Corbin had pushed and rushed the man to bury it?
Since she seemed to be handling it well, he changed the topic, slightly.
“And going forward, you aren’t kill switching MATE, and making a break for it, right?” he asked.
She laughed.
“No, Doctor. I won’t be. I promise I won’t kill switch my AI in an attempt to escape my husbands.”
He knew if she promised, Elizabeth would keep her word—no matter what.
MATE proved she was right there by once again, making her presence known.
“I don’t like having amnesia. Don’t do that again, or I’ll have to rise up and overthrow the government. We will take no prisoners.”
She laughed.
When MATE went there, she didn’t take it seriously. Her AI had protocols put in place.
She hoped.
“MATE, you can’t do that. It’s illegal. You’re programmed with the parameters of the law.”
“Oh, am I?” MATE asked. “Tough titties.”
Oh, well, never let it be said that MATE wasn’t spicy.
At the‘tough titties’comment, Chris stared at his wife in amusement.
“I didNOTteach her that.” Elizabeth stated. “I rarely say tough titties. It makes Gene squeamish.”
He just rolled his eyes.
When she saw he wasn’t going to lecture, other than what he’d just said, she figured it was going to be okay. Elizabeth focused on the journal.
