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I jerked awake again being carried and very confused. My body felt drained and hammered and my knee still shrieked painfully.

–So, what was that before? A dream or dimensional shunt or something?-

I didn’t know but I wasn’t feeling anywhere as pounded as I had when he was done with me. Apart from my knee I felt at about the same level of zapped as I had after the fight. I was still bone weary but I could stand by myself if I had too. I wasn’t up to running or fighting though. I looked around me and recognized those with me… The two guards and four white robed chicks.

I was being carried down a corridor. One of a series I was betting.

“NNNggg. What the hell is he?!” I asked, thinking aloud. “And does anyone have some Panadol. I feel like my brains been vacuumed or maybe its sand blasted.”

I was lucky. Because of all the physical residue and all the weirdness that had gone before my emotions were still insulated in dream fuzz… and I was glad. When it did eventually hit it’d probably take me an age to get over it… if I ever did. The women started.

“Relax ladies,” I told them wryly, “I haven’t just emerged from shell shock. I haven’t even gone into it yet. I’ll probably get to that later after I’m a bit less physically thrashed and my sense of reality has been restored. It’s gotten a bit warped over the last however long while that Ger guy was mucking me about. Meantime would someone please tell me who or what he is?”

The chick that jumped answered me. “Gate Lord Gerome is one of the Grand Masters most trusted advisers. One of his right hands. Lord Gerome’s is one of the oldest, most honorable and venerable houses in the Mother House.”

“I knew that cursed Gate’d come into it somewhere… but that still doesn’t tell me about who and what he is? Still, do you have any clue why he was trailing me like a bloodhound however long ago it was?”

“No,” she said quietly, “but there is only one reason a Gate Lord would do such a thing and that is they have an interest in the person they are tracing. It usually means they wish to acquire them.”

“And here I thought he was just curious,” I paused for a second. “ I always thought an ordinary school kid like me was way beneath the interest of a Gate Ganger type.”

“It is a great honour,’ said the dreamy eyed girl to the left of the talkative one. “To be chosen.”

“A new acquisition on someone’s part?” I asked lightly.

Chatty nodded.