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Trait of Honor Excerpt 8

Spearcarrier

“Take a good look,” the angel said. “Norms aren’t supposed to see any of this. You could be killed for less.”

“So why aren’t you killing me right now?”

“I couldn’t care less anymore what you see,” she replied. “So you’re seeing the inside of a personal air craft. What’s the big deal? After we get away, I might even teach you to drive it if you like.  Watch yourself.” She turned, hitting a button, and the ramp closed with a sleek motion.

He felt the ground fall away as the craft lifted into the air. His stomach sank to his knees and his skin turned green.  There was another chair next to hers. He sank into it stiffly, trying not to look as sick as he felt. Her eyes glanced over him in a dismissive manner; her entire focus was in guiding the strange craft through the sky.

“I’m afraid I’m not a very good driver,” she murmured apologetically. “I don’t get that much practice.”

Trait of Honor Excerpt 6

Spearcarrier

“Now we have to figure out what to do with you,” the man said, returning the bottle to his cart and rummaging inside of it again.

“You could point me the way to this road you mentioned,” Juvinich said hopefully.

“You’re a smart one, aren’t you?” the young man laughed. “Your people always surprise me: not as stupid as the old men say. I’ll do that, sure, but there’s something I have to take care of first. You know, you’re lucky I’m running ahead of schedule or I wouldn’t have time to do this.”

“Do what?” Juvinich asked warily while wondering just who “the old men” were and which were his people.  The young man looked like any regular Militia citizen; very ordinary, dark and bland.

“We have to check your equipment,” the man said.  “Give it up. I know you have it”