The Word of Luther

The lords of order in Metro

 “I dunno, I don’t like sitting around much, thought I’d just take a look.”

“Oh,” Jill trailed off, idle conversation wasn’t her strong suit. All she usually did was follow a script. Before things could get much more strained, Abrahms and Cartwright burst in.

“Glad you’re back among the living,” Cartwright joked. He brushed past Dawson with so much as a glance, and took a seat on the bed.

“I hear the Med. Units have given you a clean bill of health,” Abrahms punned, taking the receipt for Jill’s hand.

“Thanks,” Luther answered.

“Ready to join the party?” Cartwright asked completely ignoring the hint.

“Not just yet, I think I’m done for the day,” Luther replied.

“Well, I suppose we could muddle through without your for today. Cartwright said, secretly pleased.

“Well, I guess we’ll let you get your rest, doctors orders you know,” Cartwright stood up, this time brushing past both Dawson and Abrahms and left.

“Ok,” Abrahms said, “T think we should do the same. Good afternoon, Mr. Cain. If you need anything, there’s a comm. Device to your right. Don’t hesitate to use it.”

“Thank you,” Luther said.

With that, Abrahms and Dawson left.

“Time for damage control,” he said to Dawson once they were both in the main office.

“I don’t think that’s necessary. A simple case of the heat.”

“Yeah, right. You know Cartwright’s planning on using this to his advantage.”

“Relax, Jon, it won’t be that bad. Just wait.”

“Fine,” was the last word. The rough day had quickly given way to a hazy evening and the welcome dinner was waiting for them.

Back in the guest quarters the Lords of Order were getting ready for their first Metro dinner.

“What was that boy thinking? Playing in this damn heart” Stein asked to no one in particular.

“Who knows?” Walsh decided to answer.  “He’s not even suppose to be on this trip,” he added.

“Yeah, we all know that,” Everett offered.

“Don’t tell Cartwright though, Cain’s his pet project.” They gave each other a puzzled look, which was unusual for Everett, the quiet one.

“Just because I don’t say much, doesn’t mean I don’t know anything.”

They all knew it, Cartwright had taken a special interest in Luther who as the youngest had no idea what was going on. But for some reason Cartwright grabbed hold and wouldn’t let go.

Fresh from a much-needed nap, Jeb Cartwright was more than ready to get this party started.

Political power is gravity in reverse, the slogan for all would be contenders in the race on the political totem pole, the Lords of Order were on the bottom and trying to move up. Metro was just the first stop.

In the midst of all the festivities, Cartwright and Walsh were in deep planning mode.

“Refresh my memory, Jeb, why exactly is the kid along?”

“Youth.”

“What the…?”

“Take it easy, the kid will appeal to the younger crowds.” Cartwright took the last sip of his drink, “Come on, I need a refill.”

So much for the planning session, Walsh thought following Cartwright.

The party was in full swing. Luther could hear every laugh and staged conversation. He was feeling better but not well enough to be social. The last thing he wanted to remember was the only thing he could. He finally gave in and drifted back to the courtyard, its offering of peace and tranquility.

It can happen Luther, this can be real.

How do you know my name?

Is that really important.

What do you want?

What do you see?

Peace. Beautiful. Quiet, people happy?

Yes.

What does this have to do with me?

Luther was suddenly jolted out of this silent conversation by some kind of commotion in the banquet below.

Security patrols were wrestling with a cloaked figure on the patio. Music stopped. The clinking of ice in glass. People moved in slow motion trying to get a better view. Security patrols, the suited someone in an approved subdue hold, their bank of lights blinking a red signal of mission complete.

 

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