A Flash of Inspiration

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From: leducblanc@aol.com (LeDucBlanc)
Date: 05 Oct 1998 01:00:14 EDT


Percy had been thinking about it all day. It was extremely important, he was sure. When he composed the letter he tried to put his thoughts down as best as possible. He hoped some of it was helpful. This adversary was a strong one. Very dangerous. It was probably foolish of him to get involved. But he had gotten involved. In the hope of finding out something that would enable him to aid Jola and Jaycy he had battled
on behalf of Sidartha. He would do so again if need be. This Khan Jorah, for whatever reason, was the enemy of his friends. That made him, or it, his enemy. Because Sid was one of his enemy's targets, he would do whatever he could to protect her. To thwart an enemy. It would appear that Khan Jorah shared a trait with him. He was not careful about picking his enemies. A shame. That could be a mistake.
He finished the letter quickly, putting on the finishing touches. Signing his name. Hopefully his guesses would help Jola and Jaycy. At worst, they would share some knowledge that Jola and Jaycy had already guessed. He decided to make sure that Sid got a copy too. It was only fair. He was not personally comitted to her, as to Jola and Jaycy, but it was only fair.

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"I have reached a conclusion, one that frightens me immensely. However, I am convinced that it is true. An encounter with Jola today convinced me of that. At first I thought that the attacks were an end in themselves. An attempt to kill or cripple. However, what has happened to Sid has proved this theory wrong. The machine that attacked her was not 'defeated'. Rather, it succeeded in its mission. It was not to kill or cripple her. It was to take
her earing, which it did. The machines sent after Jola and Jaycy were not meant to kill or cripple either. But to steal Jola's sight, and Jaycy's voice. To rob all three of you of your senses.
Jola compared the three of you to monkeys in a laboratory. I think this is a faulty metaphor. I have a better one. You are pieces on a board. Chess, or checkers, or backgammon, it matters not. This is a game. You are not being "toyed with" as Jola said. You are being moved on a board. In order tio survive, you will have to make your own countermoves.
The attacks were just the beginning, I am convinced. There is more to come. I am sure that it is at least as bad. It may be worse."

He summoned Marcus, giving him a larger sum than usual and sending him to deliver the letter. As an aftertthought he made two more copies. He had them delivered to Dalamar Ar' Daumon and Kalamere Ar' Din.


tbc

((Author's note: Yep, you guesed it. A private message which is only seen by those it is addressed to. Included for SL purposes. Yakkety shmakkety, blah, blah, blah.))

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From: jolafici@aol.com (Jola Fici)
Date: 05 Oct 1998 10:27:57 EDT




Once again, as happens far too often now, Wil read the letter from Perci to Jola. As he finished, Jola sat shaking her head. "It really doesn't matter much, what game he's playing. Perci's right though, we have to make our own countermoves."

"Yes, we do," came Wil's reply.

Jola, sitting at the table with an apple she was eating, "looked" at Wil though her eyes saw nothing. Her expression was one of residual amazement and, now, love. "What makes you think I'm going to let you in on the fun?"

Wil laughed as he stepped behind her to pull her shirt off her shoulder to inspect the healing. "What makes you think you can stop me, baby?"

His gentle hands probed the still tender flesh lightly before apply more of the gel and working it into her skin. The bruising was fading slowly, she still ached more than she thought reasonable. His lips were close to her ear as he spoke, "I'm not going to let you go now, beautiful, not since you made me fall in love with you."

"When this is all over, remind me to thank you properly," Jola whispered.

"Why wait?", he laughed, and held her close.