Chrono Inquisitor (Gods Be Damned) by Rien Reigns Read Free Book Online Page B

stepping out of sight that the spell became broken, allowing me to return to my senses.
    I heard shouts coming from the opposite direction. I turned and saw a mass of citizens marching down the street directly towards me, yelling at the top of their lungs a multitude of slogans which were also on signs they were carrying.
    “Jesus loves you! Repent! Salvation is yours! Exorcise the demons INSIDE you! Remove the TECH! Baptisms by GOD, not by Richards!”
    Blah, blah, blah.
    I wondered if my actions earlier had sparked this mob.
    Not wanting to find out, I turned away and went to get in my p ad. It wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
    “Kali, where is my pad?”
    ‹ There is no parking allowed on any streets in this area. It is currently in a parking garage several blocks away . ›
    So much for the day getting better.
    I contemplated standing my ground against the oncoming manifestation of my antithesis, but decided a drink was a more worthy cause.
    “Kali, get me a list of open establishments of spirits and make it quick.”
    Without waiting for her response I started walking in the same direction the mob was heading. The same direction the woman had gone. Maybe if I hurried I could catch up to her. I picked up the pace.
    Within a few footfalls, a list of open bars and gentleman’s clubs appeared on the lens of my aɪ-ware. I scanned the stats on each as I briskly walked to the alley the woman had turned down.
    “Hey, mister,” someone shouted behind me.
    Not wanting to be disturbed in any way I extracted my Nobility badge from inside the vault and affixed it to the front, openly displaying it for all the world to see.
    I wasn’t of noble birth, not by any means. I had one though, because it raised a lot less questions than my CI badge. I realized then that had I pretended to be Nobility back in the diner, I probably would have gotten what I wanted without any lip. Actually, I probably would have gotten the kind of lip I did like. The kind wrapped around my dick.
    Oh well, what was done was done, and there would always be more opportunities to use my position and all its perks in the future.As I made my way to where I’d last seen the woman, civilians parted before me like I was Moses before the Red Sea. Those citizens who weren’t completely distracted by their own aɪ-ware, and even those who were, were notified to make way for me by their CerAs. They were more than willing to step out of my way in order to avoid the potential wrath of a noble.
    “ Yo, mister, wait up,” that same voice shouted again.
    I turned briefly and saw the man from the diner I had audited, waving in my direction as he tried to catch up.
    What the hell did he want? I wondered.
    I looked back towards the alley. I was so close. I ignored the lowly man and kept walking at a brisk pace.
    When I turned the corner the woman had taken, I found it to be a dead end. There were a few doors leading into each of the buildings which formed the alley, but I had no idea which one she had used. Unfortunately, she’d been too far away for Kali to ping her Chrono. Not that I had even asked her to.
    Damn.
    I turned to leave and found myself face to face with the man in the coveralls.
    “You need to get out of town asap, mister,” he said.
    “Is that a threat?” I asked.
    The man held up his hands. “No, sir. But that man you had an argument with back in the diner, he was the wrong guy to piss off.”
    I laughed. “I wasn’t afraid of him then, and I’m still not.”
    “It’s not him you should be afraid of. It’s who he works for.”
    “Oh really?” I said. “And who does he work for?”
    “Van Horne.” The man said with a look like I should know who that is and be shaking in my boots.
    “Doesn’t ring a bell.”
    “Derrik Van Horne,” the man said with more emphasis. As if a first name would suddenly make the non-existent lights come on.
    I shook my head.
    “Derrik ‘the Devil’ Van Horne. The devil of Pueblo. He only owns half the city.