Brigham Plaza Lost Epilogue
© 2020 Daniel Verastiqui
The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Parker.
An hour ago, he had driven up the mountain with the kind of confidence only afforded to the maverick men of Vinestead International. He had multiple SUVs full of synthetic soldiers running the most advanced psuedo-AIs Vinestead had ever produced. The job had been a simple one: grab Danny Guns Montreal, throw him in the back of one of the SUVs, and take him back to HQ.
Only now, it was Parker in the backseat of the Land Rover as it descended the mountain. It was Parker who sat between two burly synthetics, their sleeves and pants still wet from standing the fallen snow just minutes before. And when Parker got back to HQ, he would no longer be viewed as a maverick, but instead as a traitor.
Parker leaned his head back on the leather seat and stared at the moon roof. The shade was back; snowflakes landed and turned to streaks of water.
He’d underestimated Mont...