Chapter 6 Archon
You dream. The city sidewalks are uniform—symmetrical in a way that only a dream or an artist could conjure. The air is frigid and you shiver unconsciously, something so human that for a moment you forget your nature. Two figures emerge from the fog ahead of you, and as you get closer, their faces swirl into recognizable form. Robert Ward and his Banu Haqim associate, Sevinc, huddle together, talking in muted tones as they look down on a prone figure splayed out on the concrete. A dead body.
"—didn't give us much of a choice," Ward is saying. "This isn't the way I wanted it to go down."
"Suck it up, Bobbi," Sevinc replies coldly. "You knew this was the way this would turn out. Be honest with yourself even if you lie to everyone else."
The Brujah growls, but doesn't otherwise reply.
You get closer, curious whom they're talking about. They don't notice you as you crane your neck over to get a good look at the corpse.
Sevinc sniffs with irritation. "He's gone now, in any case. You'll need a new patsy. Shame though, you were right about him. Agad the Imperishable was perfect for the role."
You stare down into your own unblinking eyes and your gaze travels downward over ragged flesh and snapped bone. The air suddenly smells of sulfur. Is this real? Or is your unconscious mind simply trying to make sense of recent events?
Through Smoke, A New Vision