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spirit warriors guiding and assisting mortals, and didn’t for a moment
believe he could be one.  That left one option. The Titan soldiers had
used their psychic abilities to slaughter millions but, unlike the Nephilim , the Titans claimed to be human. My parents may
have been Titans.
    “I’m not channeling
some ancient warrior god.” He shuddered and turned toward Mara. “I’ve got to
hide…” He froze for a moment then added softly, “Somewhere.” He stepped
forward, gave her a hug, then kissed her forehead.
“Goodbye.”
    “Oh,
no.” She shook her head and stepped back, but held his hands tight “We may not be
brother and sister, but…well…my earliest memory is in that escape pod with you
and seeing your mother….” Her voice trailed off, her eyes fell to the floor.
“I’ve always felt that wherever we were from, our families had been close.” She
paused and when she spoke again her voice was a whisper. “You’ve cared for me
and,” she looked up, tears welling in her eyes, “I’ve always cared for you.”
Jaw set and eyes intense she declared, “Where you go, I go.”
    “In minutes I’m
going to be a wanted man.” He was closer to tears than he wanted her to know.
“I don’t know where I’m going. I….”
    “I’m going with
you.”
    He knew it wasn’t
smart for her to come. He knew he should forbid it. But she had always been
there, his sister in every way but blood. He could not imagine living without
her. At some level it shamed him, but if life was going to get tough, he wanted
her by his side. He squeezed her hand.  “Okay.” Turning he looked at the
ship in the bay.  “This is just a sublight hopper. What’s the fastest FTL ship we have?”
    “Galt’s
yacht, the Surfeit, in bay Three. We just finished the refit.”
    The ship
specifications ran through his mind: medium range FTL drive; back up fission
reactor; small auxiliary skiff. “Great. Get everything you’ll need and meet me
there in five minutes.”
    Minutes later Justin
came down the passageway toward the yacht with two duffle bags full of
clothing, food, guns, and ammo. Under one arm he carried sketch books. Too
weary to lift the bags he dragged them.
    Naomi stepped from a
side passage three meters ahead with a gun pointed at his chest. “Only a Nephilim or Titan could do what you did. Which are you?”
    Fear and
determination flowed from her like waves into Justin’s consciousness. He looked
her in the eye. “I’m not Nephilim .”
    The gun remained
pointed at his chest. “I believe you. I’ve never seen a Nephilim show mercy or kindness, but,” she pressed the targeting button and a red dot
appeared on Justin’s chest, “neither did the Titans.”
    “All the Titans were
killed,” he said.
    “How can you be
certain?”
    Frustration brewed
within him. “Look, I don’t have time for a debate right now.”
    She ignored him.
“The Nephilim still fear the Titans.”
    Justin sensed that
she was telling the truth and wondered how she would know what the Nephilim feared. He tugged the bags. “I really need to be
leaving.”
    Her aim remained
fixed on his chest.
    Tentatively he
stepped forward. “I don’t know what I am.”
    She bit her lip and
seemed to mull his answer. “Are you some new kind of messenger or prophet?”
    “Okay. Great. I’m some kind of
new Nephilim . A prophet. Lower the gun.”
    “You are being sarcastic.” Naomi stared at him intently.
“If you are deity then, forgive me Lord.” She took a step forward, stared
intently at him, then squinted. A dagger seemed to
stab from inside his skull. The sketchpads slipped from under his arm.
    Memories flew
through his mind like a torrent, but backwards from the present. Suddenly he
was strangling Ferren . Then he was imagining Naomi in
Mara’s blue dress mere hours before. In a flash, he was staring down at Naomi
as she lay unconscious with her hair flowing over the side of the cot that
first day. The desires of that moment stirred