Tradewinds 17 CH 09“Ah! Young Maximilian!” Freedan crowed, “So nice of you to grace us with your presence! You’ve spared us the trouble of having to go looking for you. Again.”
Before anyone could give any orders, two of Rawne’s men aimed up at him—
But before either of them could fire, Justin zip-lined down from somewhere near that vaulted ceiling, plowing through both of them to break his fall as he landed.
“Leave him out of this!” Maximilian shouted, gesturing to Max. “I didn’t ask him to do this! He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time!”
“You expect us to believe that?” Rawne demanded, reaching for his sidearm.
In response, Maximilian hopped over the rail, dropping down onto a decorative landing, then running and jumping to hug and slide down one of the smooth stone pillars, and finished by stepping around to face Rawne, who had barely turned in time to catch up with his assailant’s unorthodox moves.
Scoot 7And so the God of Everything Else didst continue to speak the commandments of the Gods of Hondo:
22‘Thou shalt not breathe.
23‘Thou shalt not shit.
24‘Thou shalt not abuse the sacred words of “Ni!” “Ping!” and “Neewang!”, nor shalt thou shout them at helpless old ladies.
25‘Thou shalt be easily amused.
26‘Thou shalt think what we tell thee to think.
27‘Thou shalt kick ass and take names.
28‘Thou shalt not commit adulthood.
29‘Thou shalt move forward, not backward— upward, not forward, and always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom!
30‘Thou shalt corrupt the youth.
31‘Thou shalt not worship false Billy Idols.
32‘Thou shalt disregard the Twenty- Second and Twenty- Third Commandments.
33‘Thou shalt think happy-thoughts.
34‘Thou shalt not ask why the chicken crossed the road, for it is the chicken’s r
Tradewinds 17 CH 08When Sebastian woke him up at this hour, Max could only think of how surprised he was that he even fell asleep at all, given the circumstances. When the butler looked so alarmed and spoke so urgently, it jarred him several more notches awake. The mere mention of the name Freedan was enough to make him double-check that he still had his backup laser sword before stepping out for this late night audience.
Then he followed Sebastian downstairs.
Under other circumstances, the Great Hall would have been a most impressive sight. Stairs connecting three levels of walkways under a vaulted ceiling, hung with tapestries and various adornments. All of it carved and tiled in the same red-orange stone as the rest of Alta, only more polished and ornate and intricate than anything Max had ever seen.
Right now, though, he didn’t have time to fully appreciate it, given the imposing company he currently entertained.
Nearly a dozen of Rawne’s men ranged around the cavernous