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fact, correct about free will. Yes, there were determinate
factors that essentially limited your actions, sometimes
completely, but free will played a big factor in how things
worked out. What it all boiled down to was probability, what
was likely? What was possible? What were the long shots?
What were the impossibilities? Even the unlikely had to occur
on a fairly regular basis. Las Vegas would always have big
winners for the players to see, given the thousands of tourists
who lost money.
He examined the threads of Kit's life and got a huge
headache trying to find a way for her to survive with her life
and her soul intact. He played with the threads, experimented
with various actions and was unhappy with every result. He
felt like he was trying to thread a needle while wearing boxing
gloves. Every door he could open for Kit closed two others,
every bit of help hurt two fold down the line. David pouted,
he was living the Heisenburg principle, the more he tried to
be sure of the outcome, the less likely that outcome was.
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He saw many dangers in Kit's way. He knew if he steered
her clear of one danger, he drove her into greater dangers. It
was becoming more and more frustrating. He silently wished
he was still insane.
His new found sanity had another terrible price. He now
had to cope with what he had done to his close friends. Even
if he was under the spell of a vampire, he had still murdered
his close friend. He had stabbed his friend in cold blood. He
had held him as he felt his life pour from his body. He had
thrilled in the act and now all he had was his guilt. He thought
it was this guilt that propelled him to help Kit. Somehow, her
redemption would be his. He sat and stewed.
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James was scared and he was furious. His life of failures
unfolded before him like a road paved in fool's gold. Every
plan he had ever made that fell short range in his mind, every
cut he had almost made mocked him. Every woman that ever
rejected him haunted him anew. His whole life had been one
unlucky break after another.
This latest failure sat in the pit of his stomach like a
cancer. It ate at him. He could not understand where he had
gone wrong. He played the events over and over in his mind
and he saw nothing that he had done wrong. How was he to
know that the bitch was somehow linked to that lunatic in
France?
Of James' many faults, the least endearing was his inability
to learn from his mistakes. If he could admit his failure, if he
could admit that his reach had greatly overextended his
grasp, if he could admit that he had been playing a game he
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was destined to lose, then maybe he could just cut and run.
James could not admit any of these things to himself. James
was a consummate loser and he was all the more dangerous
because of it.
James had great power. He was, however, totally
incapable of wielding it. He was like a child with a loaded gun.
There was nothing he could do to avoid his eventual
destruction, but the question was how many would he take
down with him as he went. James plotted his revenge.
He considered the recent events. Kit's attact had taken
him completely off guard. He was sure that the madman was
helping her somehow. She was, however, undisciplined in her
abilities. James, while not more powerful, was much more
skilled. In a head to head contest, he was sure he could kill
her. The trick was to set up such a contest.
When he captured Kit, he had no idea who she was. He
was only convinced of her Committee membership. He had no
idea, until he had her in his grasp, how close she was to the
Director. This made her dangerous, but would make her
eventual destruction all the more satisfying. He would hurt
this man by killing his friend. He would plunge the Committee
into chaos. He would earn his reputation yet.
It was a hopeless plan, just as all of his plans are. James
did not suffer from bad luck. James was a fool. He never truly
considered that others would act with their own free will or in
their own best interest. In chess terms, he had no idea how
to think one, two or three moves ahead. Because he never
anticipated how his competition would behave, he was always
in reactive position.
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He was still dangerous, however, because he had learned
how to play for stalemate. James had long learned to be
happy in the failures of others, even if these failures did not
benefit him in any way. James plotted his revenge.
He replayed the events and what he knew. When he
recovered, he found himself bloody and dazed. He was also
very much alone. The bitch had taken the massive biker with
her when she left. She was undoubtedly in possession of his
money and his transportation. The Committee trained her, so
she undoubtedly knew what she needed to do to survive.
She would run. She would run as far as she could and then
lay low. He would have to run too. The Committee would soon
be swarming over this area. He could not afford to be
captured now. He knew he had left too many bodies, acted
too boldly. This area was poison to him now. He would bide
his time. He had connections among the gypsies. They would
look on his behalf. He would find this bitch. He would kill her
and any that helped her. He would enjoy that very much.
He had been driving while plotting and not paying
attention to his speed. He was racing through the Oklahoma
countryside at over one hundred miles per hour. His musings
were interrupted by twin light flashing in his mirrors. He
considered running, but he changed his mind and pulled over
to the side of the highway.
The Trooper kept his headlights on in a feeble attempt to
blind James. A mortal would have no way of knowing if the
Trooper was driving solo or had a partner with a shotgun
aimed directly at him. James was no mortal and knew that
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man traveled alone. The man was nervous, but put on a good
show as he approached the motorcycle.
James could feel the man relax as he got closer to the
bike. James made no threatening moves and the Trooper had
gotten a good look at James and felt relieved when he saw
James' diminutive size. James felt an inner rage at being
dismissed because of his size yet again.
"Like to see your license and registration please." The man
said as he stood over James.
"We have a problem officer, I don't have either on me right
now." James smiled to himself.
The man put his hand on the butt of his pistol "Get off the
motorcycle and walk back to the cruiser. Move slow and easy,
I'm going to have to take you in."
"No problem officer, in fact I'm glad you stopped me."
James slowly dismounted the large machine and turned facing
the Trooper. The man, while not the incredible size of Bull,
was large nonetheless. He had the look of an athlete. He
undoubtedly played sports in school and now had a job where
his size would do him some good.
"Nice to stop, was planning to get a bite in the next town
anyway."
The Trooper had no idea what the smaller man was talking
about and was about to ask him. He never got the chance.
James was on top of him before his mind could perceive the
action. He had indeed been an athlete, played high school and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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