“What do you
mean he refused?”
Soria glanced
up from behind her stall. She had that look on her face, Reece noticed, the one
she does when she’s trying to repress emotions.
“I just told
you, didn’t I. Wilton absolutely refuses to talk.” she snapped, her frustration
evident despite her poker face. “After I first mentioned Quint he dismissed me.
I couldn’t manage to get anything related to him in. I did however, get a few
good titbits about what he was doing there in the first place, and the Vicar
was not there by chance.”
“Oh?” Reece stopped
pacing in front of her stall to listen. His fingers at his sides, tapping to an
unknown rhythm and his footsteps on the stone floor of the loading bay,
silenced. “What did he say?”
“The Vicar
has been quite busy, travelling between the rural citadels trying to gain
supporters for the Reliant’s.” She said. “According to him he has been
marginally successful. But he is also on a tight schedule, and plans to return
to the cluster after himself and his fellows recover.”
“I wonder if
Quint knows any more about that. We should ask him.” Reece thought aloud.
“By the way,
how is our “cleaner” faring with his maintenance tasks?”
“Well, he’s
not as incapable as he makes himself out to be. He already has a good
understanding of circuitry. He can recognize a problem but he still refuses to
have a go at fixing those problems. If only Bert and Fletcher learned as
swiftly as this guy, my workload would be so much lighter.” Reece said with a
sigh.
“Can’t teach
an old dog new tricks I’m afraid.” Soria nodded.
“Well I beg
to differ...” He glanced over at her, Reece had casually started talking to her
without so much as looking at her. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, it was too
be expected. Soria was always at her stall. However there had been times where
he had ended up venting to a vacant block of wood.
She
immediately noticed his gaze, quick as ever to pick up on small details, or
perhaps she knew when someone was watching. “What is it that you want?” she
then sighed and held out her arms, to try and block his vision. “I thought you
were past your teenage years Reece. It seems I was wrong. Now just hurry up and
finish your ogling.”
Reece
flushed and then shook his head fervently. “No I… I just…” He stuttered.
Whatever he was planning to say, had slipped his mind.
“I’m not that attractive, Mucks sake.” She chuckled.
“Although, I don’t mind the appreciation.” Reece frowned, his mind aflutter.
Despite her self-depreciation, Soria was rather easy to look at. Especially in
her well fitted, olive green, jumpsuit. The strange jumpsuit was supposedly
commonly worn by foreign merchants, and very common in the Cluster. Or so she
explained.
“Maybe we
should get back on topic.” Reece said, looking away ashamedly after realising
he had sized Soria up once more
“Yes, yes.
About time too. We can’t be dealing with your urges and impulses all day long
now can we?” Soria said her voice rolling, a trait common to those from the
Sunken Collective. It made Reece wince. “Right. Wilton, he doesn’t appear to be
too talkative about Quint. However your little display just now reminded me of
something. The Vicar also winced when I mentioned Quint for the first time. It
was subtle, I wouldn’t of noticed it if I wasn’t looking for something like
that.”
“So what do
you think that means?” Reece interjected.
She gave him
a, don’t-interrupt-me look and continued. “If you remember about what I told
you about reading slight reactions. Winces and wincing can relate to a lot of
different things. Shame, embarrassment, fear… a lot actually, but rarely
because of good things.”
“So he’s
hiding something?”
“That’s what
I’m going with. Quint seems to think so, quite vocally. He visited me at my
bunk again yelling helter skelter about a planned overflow and mass murder. He
was doing the same for other people, poor bastards, just trying to sleep.”
Reece
grimaced. “Uh, sorry. I’ll speak to him about it.”
She
chuckled. “Its fine, I’ve dealt with madmen before. It’s devastatingly common
in the cluster.”
“What is?
Madness?” Reece had heard hundreds of story’s about Soria’s life in the
Cluster. but he had never heard this. “You speak of it like it’s a disease.”
“It is and
isn’t. I’m not sure, I’m a foreigner I only spent like a year and a half
there.” She shrugged the question off. Much to the annoyance of Reece, whose
thirst for information of the outside world exceeded him. One day he would get
off this stinking, sweaty rock. One day he would go to the cluster, and perhaps
onwards, away from the Great Black Mire.
But for now
he would have to be satisfied with being stuck on an obtrusive stone
skyscraper, or at least that’s what the Scrabblers called it. Reece glanced at
the clock positioned just above the opening to the tracks and swore. The thing
was broken again and it would be a pain to fix. Pipes and wires surrounded it,
they all travelled throughout the citadel and they were all extremely vital.
Reece and every maintenance worker before him loathed the “time surgery”.
Clock or not
Reece was aware of what his daily tasks were and when they were by instinct.
But today was different. “I have to take Quint out with me to check on a few of
the electrical boxes out on the railway. Want to come? We could figure out what
all his mad ramblings mean, and maybe a reason for the Vicar’s reaction, but I
can’t do it alone.”
Soria looked
around the loading bay, it was desolate. The other few merchant stalls, or
rather distribution stations. They stocked clothing and foraged goods. The
stations were unmanned. And to save power, most of the lights - that hung far
below the ceiling - had been dimmed or switched off completely. Reece glanced
around too, there was no one in sight but that was to be expected for any
workday, especially this one. The train was due for another delivery tomorrow
and the entire Citadel had to have the processed oil quota complete before
then. It was hectic. Not even the priests were present. They most likely
realised that today was not a good day to distract people with their teachings,
lest they want loose public favour.
Soria sighed
and slammed her ledgers book shut. “Why not.” She said.
Reece smiled.
“Great.”
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