When Mateo and Leona Matic first arrived on the island on Thursday, they
wanted to treat it like a real honeymoon, which means that they consummated
their relationship like bright eyed twentysomethings who hadn’t lived and
died a number of times together. Huge mistake that was Mateo’s stolen valor
notwithstanding, they were having fun, and it took them a bit of time to
realize why they were so in sync. Their faux wedding night was the first
time they slept together since Mateo returned from the past. The reigning
theory is that Mateo spent so much time in The Constant that he was able to
absorb a certain amount of temporal energy. It was evidently not enough to
give him even temporary teleportation powers, but his empathetic connection
with the team is back. Well, at least he feels Leona’s emotions. She
seemingly feels his because he was able to unwittingly share it with her. It
probably won’t last, but they have it now, so they’re going to enjoy it.
They have also been enjoying all that Bermuda has to offer, including
horseback riding, boating, and other water activities. They’ve done a lot
already in only a few days, so right now, they’re just sitting on the beach,
watching the calm of the waveless water. They’re just minding their own
business when two men approach them from the side. One of them takes off his
sunglasses, and the other does not.
The first one is obviously in charge. “Dominus Matic?”
Mateo clears his throat. The excitement surrounding his presence at the
resort has died down, but anyway, they’re on Clearwater Beach, which is
about 30 kilometers from the Sutton. No one should be looking for him here.
“I am,” he answers regretfully.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, sir.” He reaches his hand out, forcing Mateo
to stand up respectfully. “I’m Executor Ebraim Hardashev. This here is
Premier Goran Peck.”
Mateo looks down at Leona in his periphery. She covertly and briefly drops
her thumb down, indicating that those ranks fall below Dominus. “Happy to
meet you two.”
“Listen, we were wondering if we could buy you a drink.”
“Umm...I’m here with my wife, and we have a day planned, so...”
“Oh, I understand,” Ebraim says with a nod. “But hey, if you change your
mind, you’ll find us at this little nice place by the runway they call The
Short Cut, not a click and a half from here. I’m sure you’ll love it. Lots
of vets call it their second home away from home, as compared to this whole
island, of course. Anyway, we’ll probably be there all night.”
“That’s a nice offer. I’ll consider it.”
Ebraim bows with his head, waves a short goodbye, and walks away. Goran,
meanwhile, remains for a moment before turning away stoically without a
word.
“You know you can’t go,” Leona says.
“Obviously.” That doesn’t mean this isn’t still a problem. If people all the
way out here know who he’s lied about being, nowhere is safe. Who knew that
traveling a thousand kilometers from the states would cause him more trouble
than the exact center of it would? Maybe it will be okay. They’re going to
leave tomorrow early afternoon, and then he’ll go speak with that forger
himself about getting this all resolved. Military credentials are not worth
the danger. Unfortunately, he may never get the chance to fix his mistake at
all. He’s abducted from his bed in the middle of the night by four men.
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