
Planet of Death 7
He heard the footsteps, identified their owner while he was still fifty paces
away. He didn’t rise, but kept his gaze fixed firmly on the knife that sat on
the family shrine. He resumed his prayers of dedication, staring into the pitted
blade, remembering.
Five paces away, and the footsteps stopped, as he knew they would.
‘There is news, Eminence,’ the Deputy announced.
He closed his eyes, prayed that after a lifetime this was the end.
‘Tell me,’ he commanded quietly.
‘The Hunters are here. They say they have located the Last One.’
He nodded, gave silent thanks to the gods, and turned to face the Deputy.
The old man was in his fatigues, ready for combat, even here. After all this
time, the Deputy still relished the fight. This old man had been his rock all
these years. There had been times – forgive him – when he had thought of
abandoning his mission, renouncing his sacred duty, times when he thought
there had already been too much killing, too much blood.
But you cannot escape the past: the great weight of decades of history and
memory that shape you, make you what you are. Fate was the inevitable result
of genetics and politics. The Deputy shared none of this heritage, at least not by
birth, but knew what was important. What sort of man would the Deputy have
been without the war? The Deputy wouldn’t have the scar, but what about his
permanently narrowed eyes or his hunched physique?
Only one more killing, and it would be over. He would have played his role
to its conclusion.
‘Where?’
‘The planet Earth, in the twentieth century of the Humanian Era.’
‘A precise fix?’
‘To within ten square kilometres.’ The Deputy sounded impressed, despite
himself.
‘They have done well. Authorise the second payment.’
‘Sir. . . ’
He laughed. ‘I know: you are worried that they’ll take the money without
finishing the job. Authorise the second payment, but don’t let them leave the
palace.’
‘I am uncertain of their loyalties.’
‘You are right to be, they are not part of this. They require someone to keep
them in check. We both know who would be best for that role. Commission
him.’
‘Yes, Eminence.’