Page 245 of Light Leech

“Give me one moment, please?”

Naoma inspected her nails, then tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “My patience has stretched thin.”

Sanna laughed, though she sounded as if she were unsure how much of a joke it was. She held out a finger and her eyes flashed with neurospace lights. “One moment please.”

Naoma rolled her eyes.

I smiled at Sanna, then realized she was no longer watching.

I pulled Naoma and Boyband back a few feet to whisper. Kuni continued to wander around us, playing his role of a curious child.

“Are you trying to burn our chances here by playing hardball?” I asked her. “I get that we have an in with Boyband, but it doesn’t mean–”

“Settle, du,” Boyband whispered. “Naoma, I mean Mei, works as a model, obviously–”

“Yeah, I know our story. It doesn’t–”

He held a finger up to his lips. “Are you going to let me explain?”

I glanced at Sanna, relieved to see that she was still in conversation in her neurospace.

I nodded.

“We had to make the story as convincing as possible, right? What screams wealth? A little corruption, eh? We didn’t explicitly tell Sanna why Mei came to the Republic, but we put enough hints in her path for her to figure out why. Not to avoid the war, but to distribute Neon Essence. With a potential way for the school to siphon Essence, Sanna isn’t going to let you all slip so easily.”

I looked at Naoma. “You knew about this?”

Her nod matched the calmness of her whisper. “We had to make it believable. If my Alyosha didn’t know, why should you? Oh, don’t act offended. It’s all for show anyways. We would have told you after, but we figured you needed to know now before you screw things up.”

“Is she actually dumb enough to believe that a single person had access to Neon Essense while it’s taking a country’s military to obtain it?”

“The evidence Ral made was convincing enough,” Boyband said.

“She’s in on this, too?”

He nodded. “A lot of people think there are private distributors. It wouldn’t surprise me if some ex-Luxists have decided to make a profit out of their old ways.”

“But what would someone do with the Essence? How could they store it?”

“Don’t know, but you have to remember that we are only a small part of this conflict. Where there is profit, people will find a way.”

“Forgive me for the delay.” Sanna approached with trepidation.

“Well?” Naoma asked.

“I found the next best thing.”

“And that is?”

“The current head of the PTA.”

Chapter six

Babyband

Naoma kept Sanna company outside of the restroom, giving Boyband and me some privacy. Despite my request, I would have preferred that he not choose the urinal next to mine.

He let out a sigh of relief as he let his bladder loose. “Zeg du, you’re lucky I had to piss so bad. Why do you keep wanting to waste time? You’re usually the one that wants us to run from spot to spot, or was that connected to your mod? Finally learned how to chill now that it’s down?”