Cerdic kept careful track of
the new boy for the next two weeks. He seemed to fit in well although he kept
his distance from the others to an extent. But that was how they had all been
when they’d first arrived, wary of forming any sort of alliance for fear it
would come back to bite them at a later date.
At the start of the third
week Cerdic decided it was time to put Rick to his first real test. He called
him into his office, telling Manny to come too as what he had in mind would
require both boys services.
“Sit,” he ordered them after
the boys arrived. When they had, Cerdic said to Rick, “You seem to be doing
well here, all told. But now it’s time for you to start earning your keep just
as the other boys do.”
“Who do I have to fuck?” he
replied seriously, though there was a slight uplift to the corners of his lips.
“Someone close to a person who
had information that I need.” When Rick started to reply, Cerdic held up a hand
to silence him. “Why I need it is no business of yours. I do, and you and Manny
will retrieve it. Normally this would be a one-man job but I want Manny there
just in case. The person we’re dealing with rarely travels alone and always
leaves someone in their suite when they’re not there.”
“So I get to seduce
this—woman, man?—and while I’m screwing them Manny comes in and lifts this info
you need?”
Cerdic smiled. “Very good,
that’s exactly what I had in mind.”
“So how am I supposed to do
this? I can’t just knock on the door and throw myself at this person.”
“Room service. The person,
the man who’s left there, always orders lunch which arrives at precisely noon.
You will be the one delivering it. From there, well you’re on your own but I’m
quite certain that you can handle it if you’re a good as you’ve claimed.”
*****
“Better,” Godric replied,
smirking slightly to cover the feeling of panic that hit him. What he had told
Cerdic, and what Manny had seen for himself, had been a ruse to gain him entry
into Cerdic’s life. One he’d set up with the help of people Ealdgyđ brought
into the game. He hadn’t actually considered that Cerdic would use him in quite
that capacity.
If the truth were told, he hadn’t
figured doing that would have played into the picture at all. He had thought
that by now he would have dealt with Cerdic. Would have ended his existence and
moved on. But that had been impossible to achieve. He was never alone with the Scriostóir
and, he had quickly discovered, the man’s personal quarters were so well
secured that even a flea couldn’t have gotten in without being discovered and
destroyed.
It was times like this he
again wished that he had gained more than just immortality when he chose to
live again. Yes, he’d heard of a few who had for some reason gotten some extra
ability to help with their work. He was not one of them. Probably, he’d decided
long ago, because in the grand scheme of things his sin, while a deadly one,
was close to the bottom of the ranking. Now if he’d murdered someone—He shook
his head, bringing his thoughts back to the present.
“When are we going to do
this, sir?” he asked Cerdic, dreading the answer.
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