"True friends stab you in the front." ―Oscar Wilde
CHAPTER TWENTY: "Acidic"
Date: March 21st, 2048
Time: 4:00 A.M.
Location: Soloran Warship, Soldrake in Earth Orbit
Bowen knocked on the door to the main server room and waited patiently. Low could access one of the cameras outside and see him. It took her less than a second to open the door.
He walked inside and spotted Low sitting on the floor in a corner with a display tablet hooked up to one of the servers. "Hey!" she greeted with a toothy smile. Her gaze went right back to her tablet.
Bowen closed the door behind him and he walked to her. "Hey," he said back. "I need to ask you something."
Her eyes lifted from her tablet to meet his again.
"What would assassinating President Lockland do to the cease fire?"
Low's gaze went blank for a moment as she considered that thought. "I don't know. The corporation knows they can't take on the Martians. They'll keep the cease fire by any means. Lockland would likely be replaced and that's it."
Bowen crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "Then Dothan just wants Lockland dead for some reason."
Low looked at him curiously. "What makes you say that?"
"Dothan asked me to help him assassinate Lockland."
Her eyes widened. "And what did you say?"
"I said 'yes.' I have to keep their trust. I hate Lockland too, but I want to know what Dothan's gamble is. If the corporation won't go to war, then it means he just wants Lockland dead and I have to know why." He let his eyes graze over the many servers, wondering if the answers could be held inside one of the Martian computers right in front of him. Even if that was the case, Low would need time to dig deep in them.
"When is this happening?"
"We assassinate him tomorrow. They know he's going to be in the main headquarters of Los Angeles at midnight for something. We're going to raid his compound and kill him in the night." For a moment, his thoughts drifted to the bright side. "At least I got my own suit of armor."
At this Low's gaze lit up. "You have a suit of armor? Where?"
"The armory." Looking back in Low's orbs, Bowen could see an idea forming in her mind. Whatever it was she was excited about it. "What are you thinking?"
"Can you bring me the helmet? I might be able to rig it so I can talk to you while you're on the mission. If I do it right, no one else would know."
At this, Bowen smirked. "And you can use your know-how to follow along. Okay, I'm liking this plan. Hang on a sec."
Bowen left the main server room to go to the armory and grabbed the helmet. Lucky it's only a 20 minute walk away. He headed back to the server room and Low opened the door for him again.
An intense look of fascination appeared on her face once he handed the helmet to her. "I've always wanted a look at this armor, but without someone wearing it and trying to kill me." She grabbed her display tablet and connected its line to a small port inside the helmet near the back. "There's usually two main computers in Solar Knight armor. One is in the gauntlet and the other is in the helmet." A stream of lines full of information appeared on her tablet as she sorted through the software in the armor.
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