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Leona was still hesitant to let Heath go undercover in the Church of
Daltomism alone, but he’s finally doing it today. Daltomists meet every day
of the week, but Fridays are the biggest. At first, he thought that that
would be the best day to go, but if he’s trying to establish himself in the
community, Saturday may be the better choice. He may be able to stand out
more here, which is what he really needs. Of course, this is such a large
congregation that a smaller service is still pretty big, but he has other
ways of getting noticed. They practiced strategies yesterday.
He’s not going to start right away. He has to get his bearings first, and
find out who here has the power to help him infiltrate. In Daltomism, just
because someone is up on stage, it doesn’t mean that there isn’t someone in
the audience who is more important than them. He’s looking for someone who
all of the other congregants are avoiding, but not like they smell, because
they respect and fear them. They’re more than likely too high ranked to be
worshiping here as a normal person, and are here to make sure that this
particular location is following the teachings of Dalton, and not straying
from The Word. This person won’t know that Dalton is alive, but they may
know someone who knows someone, who knows someone, ad infinitum.
There. That’s her. She’s holding herself with a strong sense of entitlement
and superiority. She’s disgusted by the size of this place. In other faiths,
the larger group of followers you have in one place, the more clout you have
amongst the other chapters. Daltomism is different. The smaller the meeting
house, the more elite you are, which is why this place is so gargantuan.
It’s a starter house, and doesn’t require an invitation. He doesn’t really
have time to prove himself, though. He has to move up the ranks fast...or
else. That’s why he needs to get in the good graces of whoever this woman
is, because she’s his ticket into something greater.
He won’t approach her right away. In fact, he’ll probably never try to speak
with her at all. He’ll have to find some way to get himself noticed. He
doesn’t want her to know that he’s targeting her, after all. God, he sounds
like such a creep. This is important, though. Knowing that Dalton is just a
man with access to special powers makes him seem a lot less mystical. Heath
was never a huge believer, especially since he was taught to believe that he
would never amount to much, but the truth has pushed him over the edge. He
doesn’t feel bad about doing this, and doesn’t consider these his people
anymore. Let’s see, he needs to get himself on stage. He doesn’t have to be
the center of attention, but they sometimes bring people up to sing. They
usually pick from the front, and he didn’t get here early enough for a good
seat, but maybe he can swing it.
While he’s thinking about that, the woman he was eying suddenly approaches.
“I know who you are,” she says to him, almost accusatorily.
“You do?” he questions. He’s not famous, in any circles. She shouldn’t
recognize him in the least, especially not since they’re a thousand miles
from Kansas City.
“I saw you on the news. You weren’t featured, but you were there, being led
into that woman’s crime hole.”
“Oh. It’s not a crime hole. She’s trying to change all that.”
“Yeah, I don’t need to hear the pitch. I just need you to get me in the
building.”
“That I can do,” he says with a smile. “Hi, I’m Heath Walton.”
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