Page 11 of The SongBird's Love


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Eden remained silent. She knew those images couldn’t be trusted. She knew the other side. The Green Earth Party only had green as a word in its name, and that was it. They showed the people in the Cores what they needed to see to sleep soundlessly...

“By the way, a new job came in,” he said with his scary smile.

“I’m not here to take another job, Loir. I just... wondered how you were, and came downstairs.”

“Well. I’m still aliiiiiiiiive,” he suddenly started singing.

Loir began singing some old song loudly, wiggling around on his chair and making some strange movements with his shoulders, as if they had a life of their own. Eden stepped back, careful not to get hit. He really was crazy... After a while, he finished with a spin of his chair, his arms spread with a big smile as if he was waiting for her to applaud.

“...Are you done?” she asked.

“Mh, yes! I mean, unless you want an encore...”

“I’m good. Now, the job?”

“...What job?”

“The job you mentioned two minutes ago, Loir!”

“Oh. That?”

“Yes, that. What about it? What is it?”

He started laughing.

“You’ll love it... They are paying a lot of money for it.”

“Who? The Russians again?”

“No, no, no, Eden. The Italians. Some nice, pretty Italian bills,” he chuckled, rubbing his fingertips.

“How much money...?” she wondered, trying to tell herself it was stupid to even ask.

“Hm... abbastanza per comprare tanta pizza!”

“For fuck’s sake, Loir, how much?”

His laughing turned hysterical, and Eden sighed again. She knew better than to answer his provocations, but she had given in again. She waited for him to be done laughing.

“Twenty-two million,” he suddenly blurted out between two laughs.

“T-twenty-two...?” she repeated.

A cold chill ran down her spine. There was no easy job at this price, but it was... tempting. With such a sum, it would pay for her mom’s expenses and hers for at least a few years, maybe even a decade.

“See? I told you. A lot of pizza!”

“What the heck do they want for that price...?” she muttered. “Some data from the Core? Or a hacking bomb?”

“Oh, no, no, little Eden. The Tiger just wants to play with a cute little mouse.”

“...A mouse?”

Loir chuckled and tilted his head.

“The price on Ghost’s head just went up, little mouse. Twenty-two million. Congrats!”

Eden’s blood went cold in half a second. The Italian was looking for her? Ghost already had several bounties on her head, but the price had just been raised again! Was it because of the last job? She had worked for the Italian before, but in the last job, she had worked against him. Was he pissed? Eden’s heart was going crazy with conjectures. If the Italian was looking for her, she wouldn’t be able to go north again. No, maybe she was just paranoid. He had no way to know who she was, for now...

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