“I had a government job, a while back,” The Russian man replied. “You might have seen me on the TV now and then.”
Eli squinted at that, taking a deeper look at the ravaged man. His cold blue eyes flashed beneath his furrowed eyebrows, taking in every detail of Ristachev’s face. How could he not place it? He had definitely seen him before, apparently on TV. Why couldn’t he remember? He blamed it on having just come out of cryostatis. He was just a bit groggy from his nap.
“I don’t suppose you’re one of those famous American terrorists I’d have heard of?”
Eli laughed at that. “Terrorist? I don’t believe in anything half as strong as someone would need to to do something like that.”
In some ways, he could be considered a terrorist. He was no stranger to some of the major terror organizations and certainly didn’t discriminate when it came to his business. Terrorists were his best customers. But Eli didn’t think of himself as one, and he certainly had no allegiances.
“Though they do make some of what I do quite a bit more lucrative. Or... did, I suppose.”
Eli looked away from the two, taking in his new surroundings a bit more. His mind wandered, wondering where they could be. The prison could have landed anywhere in the world, and truth be told they were lucky they weren’t all dead in the ocean.
When he turned back, he noticed the woman whispering something to the Russian. If he tried to listen in he could have heard her, but he decided to let them have their bit of privacy. He was no threat in his condition and she was too encumbered by his weight to act quickly enough if she was planning any funny business.
He did manage to hear the girls final words though. President Ristachev. And suddenly he remembered. The dead-but-not-quite Russian President. He had been deposed when Eli was a kid, but he still remembered learning about him in school. Weird and interesting were the words that came to mind.
Eli squinted at that, taking a deeper look at the ravaged man. His cold blue eyes flashed beneath his furrowed eyebrows, taking in every detail of Ristachev’s face. How could he not place it? He had definitely seen him before, apparently on TV. Why couldn’t he remember? He blamed it on having just come out of cryostatis. He was just a bit groggy from his nap.
“I don’t suppose you’re one of those famous American terrorists I’d have heard of?”
Eli laughed at that. “Terrorist? I don’t believe in anything half as strong as someone would need to to do something like that.”
In some ways, he could be considered a terrorist. He was no stranger to some of the major terror organizations and certainly didn’t discriminate when it came to his business. Terrorists were his best customers. But Eli didn’t think of himself as one, and he certainly had no allegiances.
“Though they do make some of what I do quite a bit more lucrative. Or... did, I suppose.”
Eli looked away from the two, taking in his new surroundings a bit more. His mind wandered, wondering where they could be. The prison could have landed anywhere in the world, and truth be told they were lucky they weren’t all dead in the ocean.
When he turned back, he noticed the woman whispering something to the Russian. If he tried to listen in he could have heard her, but he decided to let them have their bit of privacy. He was no threat in his condition and she was too encumbered by his weight to act quickly enough if she was planning any funny business.
He did manage to hear the girls final words though. President Ristachev. And suddenly he remembered. The dead-but-not-quite Russian President. He had been deposed when Eli was a kid, but he still remembered learning about him in school. Weird and interesting were the words that came to mind.