Continued from scene sixty-two
Chapter Ten
“Robert, are all Elysians accounted for?”
“Yes, Chief. They’re all home.”
“What about Maggie Reid?”
“She’s taken possession of the Walker Road property, But her house is still in the planning stages.”
“Where’s she living?”
“Mick Turner offered up a room in his house.”
“He did, did he,” she replied with a smile and gentle touch to my leg.
Robert smiled back. “He did.”
“Maybe we should hold off on that house for a while.
“Jeff, have we reached capacity?”
“Yes, Mame. Food, medical, weapons, comms, you name it; we’ve got it.”
“Linda, how are things on your end?”
“Weddings covered.”
“Thank you. But I was referring to The Gathering of Chiefs.”
“Every tribe agreed. The meeting will take place five weeks from today, on the 18th, under the guise of our yearly invitation-only LARP.”
“And this year’s name?”
“You’re not going to like it, but Ghost said they would not attend otherwise.”
“Did they agree to the location?”
“Yes.”
“And the name is?”
“Dark Night.”
You could have heard a pin drop as we waited for her response.
“Not all chiefs agreed.”
“Who are you referring to?”
“I’m referring to me.”
“Chief, we’ll leave the room so you and Linda can discuss this privately?”
“Sit down, Robert.
“Let me make this clear to all. If discretion is given in the future, I hope you will use that discretion to inform me of anything out of the norm.”
“They would have not come otherwise, Chief.”
“Thank you all for coming this morning. Nicky, if you will, please put together a list of all those attending this year’s Dark Night event. Along with character details.
“Linda, come with me. The rest of you are free to stay. Breakfast should be here, shortly.”
“Jeff, what the hell is a LARP?”
Karen looked back sharply as she left the room.
“Live Action Role Play. You know, foam swords and magic spells.”
I raised palm to forehead.
“Larp is bigger than you think, Christian. It’s played worldwide and the perfect cover for a large gathering of shifters.”
Sliding my hand down, I looked through fingers and replied, “I’m sure it is, Jeff, I’m sure it is.”
“One thing you should remember, though.”
“What’s that?”
“The weapons at our LARP will not be made of foam.”
To be continued…
Shift is an online work of fiction.
This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter nine.
Timothy French 