Chapter Six Taranis
Chapter Six
Taranis
The weight of the duffel bag in my hand both excites and upsets me as I descend onto my balcony, having opted not to go through the front door of my penthouse.
I don’t need to be caught on camera with this, even though it doesn’t look like much at the moment, and I don’t want questions from my morose doorperson.
I am excited by the prospect of what the bag contains, yet disappointed by the size. Shouldn’t my weapon be a big, intimidating hunk of a thing? A massive blade as broad as I am tall?
I snort as I open my balcony door and head to my office. Though Simon and Simone aren’t in yet, I’m still cautious. I lock the door just in case and place the bag down on my desk with care, curious when I hear the inner rattle again.
Standing over my desk, I unzip the dirty gym bag. The sound of the zipper catching makes me jump. I grin at myself. I’m the god of fucking lightning. What do I have to be scared of?
I separate the zipper and push the sides of the bag down to reveal the only contents within. My head cocks. My face screws up.
What the fuck?