Chapter Fifteen
New Duties
Monday, December 9, 3739

Monday, a memo popped up on Volo’s computer mid-morning. Report to north side entrance at 1115 for testing for special duties.

Miron rode down with him.

Alexeyev was waiting there, with a shorter, younger, man . . . who was so shielded, he barely registered, to his mental senses.

Then three more men ( Read more... )

There was a elderly estate wagon in the driveway.

An extension ladder in the entry.

A gallon of “Sahara Sand” paint.

And . . . a brick red . . . stretched canvas? Three foot by four?

Volo contemplated the collection. “The paint, I understand.”

“Do you?”

He looked up at the strange voice. A gray-haired old woman, thin and smiling, looking over the railing ( Read more... )

Leo frowned at the computer Volo had given him. Loaned him? Whatever.

I was almost through level 9, the last year of Primary. If I can test out of that, I’ll only be a year behind. And on Netz, I can make that up fast. Or just start Secondary

I’ve heard there are practice tests . . . Study guides. Maybe I’d better start there, and if I remember ( Read more... )

On the way out, he was snagged by Miss Waltraut and steered to the employees parking lot. Miss Irina had a car ( Read more... )

When an idea grabs . . .  4 days work:

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Leonid slept poorly in the strange house.

It’s wrong! It can’t be Grandad’s House. The floor is concrete. No glass palace chandeliers.

I remember sweeping here . . . I remember the Nice Man . . . and the silver haired glowing man.

Volo. Cousin Volo putting what he said were the same Impressions the glowing man put on me . . . Oh. That was a courtroom ( Read more... )

Leo snuggled into the warm comfortable bed. Yawned, reached to pull the blanket off his head.

Stared at the legs of a small table . . . two chairs . . . he was looking up like he was on the floor. He propped himself up and looked around.

He was on a mattress on the floor. In the corner of a room he didn’t recognize. Behind a small table. Under a ( Read more... )

They camped in the south bedroom suite . . . and Volo woke to the sound of rain.

The forecast was for clear and cool . . . He got up and padded over to the nearest window, then around and out the back door to confirm what he was seeing.

A spray of water in the over grown garden. Lots of hissing, and sprays, once he brought up a light ball. Mostly ( Read more... )

Friday morning Volo scattered a few paper scraps around so the boy had something to sweep.

Checked his bank account. Yes! Half a month’s pay had been deposited. We will make it!

He paid his November rent, winced at the balance on his credit card and sent a big chunk that direction. Not going to get many repairs done this month! Although . . .

He ( Read more... )

He was walking up the stairs to his apartment when his phone rang.

“This is the Orekhovoye Street Hospital. We have admitted an assault victim identified as your property.”

“Prop . . . oh.” The grandson who was chipped when he was twelve? “Leonid ( Read more... )