The Mercenary's Cult
by Sung
Suddenly the sanctuary filled up. Keira watched as the seats filled up like coffee in a mug, and boy, could she use a cup right now. She stayed put, but being the intuitive creature she was, she could tell that she would have to be quick on her toes to keep up with this group. Then the singing began.
A Hillarian dressed in a robe like the one that the old man had put on led the whole group now numbering about four hundred in a song she never heard before. "Salvit gendre mammon negura," they all sang. She was sure that someone would say something to blow her cover, yet no one seemed suspicious of her. Finally after the song, the Hillarian priest announced that a guest would be speaking today. The crowd was as silent as she had been.
A figure robed in the same robe as the Hillarian priest walked to the front of the crowd before the Venetian rock altar. The figure removed the hood covering his face. It was the old man!
"My fellow mercenaries," he said, "the time has come for a bold new encounter. The time has come to plunder Earth1." A wave of cheers filled the sanctuary. Suddenly, the knot in Keira's stomach tightened. The robot wasn't her contact, but neither was the old man.
"Among us," the old man continued, "is a skilled half-human. With her knowledge, we could take Earth and the rest of the universe." He turned to Keira and said, "Will you join us?"
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