With Six on high alert, pacing between the window and the door, I took my turn to sleep, my mind full of stories and spies. Then a fight broke out. Guns were drawn. Punches landed. Furniture crashed.
No. It was coming from inside the room.
I snapped awake with a jolt. Six stood pinned against the wall near the window, his eyes wild, aiming his gun over the bed at the wall nearest me. It was pointed at a dark shadow, which moved towards me as I sat up.
“It’s alright. Don’t shoot,” I blurted out, my head still fogged with sleep.
“What the hell are you?” Six hissed. “No one can walk through walls.” The more he studied ShadowAspect, the wider his eyes and mouth opened. “That’s not a mask,” he gasped. “That’s not clothes. Where’s his face?”
“As far as I know, the technical term for him is an Alius,” I said, my head clearing. “Best just to suspend your disbelief and go along with it. He’s on my side and he’s saved my life a few times already.”
“Didn’t see him when Nine was here,” Six muttered.
“I don’t think I’m his master’s only concern,” I said with a touch of bitterness, thinking back to what the last figure in black had told me.
ShadowAspect simply pointed to my laptop – where an email was waiting for me.
“Time to go,” was all it said.
“Go where?” Six demanded. He eyed ShadowAspect suspiciously. “With that?”
Despite ShadowAspect’s lack of features, I could tell his hackles were rising.
“Him,” I gently corrected Six.
“And does “he” drive?” Six asked.
ShadowAspect shook his head.
Once my stuff was packed, ShadowAspect held out both hands to Six and me. I knew what was going to happen next and I was pretty sure Six wouldn’t like it.