Chambers – in a bullet, in a building; there was a notion of Russian Roulette built into both of them, and Partridge had always liked to play the odds; he was a lucky sonnuvabitch.
Marek got him out – and if he hadn’t, then someone else would have. Now he needed to get in somewhere else – somewhere he could find someone that would make the data he had actually valuable and that meant making it actionable.
You never know who the connection is going to be, or what the shape of the future might take when you stop believing that it should be a certain shape, and you just see where drifting along takes you. It was not always the easiest attitude to adopt, because it kind of ran counter to his training, in that he was directed there to be the one who was in the driving seat. Still, in both flows observation was of the utmost importance.
Someone sits down opposite you, and they express an interest in your data, and they make you an offer with the belief that you might never choose to refuse them, because they fail to ask any questions to clarify your position, whereas you sit their and ply them with questions until you are satisfied. No question is stupid if it opens a door to further understanding. Partridge asked a lot of questions and took great interest in the answers.
‘Me? Oh, I come from a pretty distant place. You might say that the distance though is not merely geographical, not notional, but temporal.’
‘Temporal? Great, are we in the kind of territory no sane agent ever wants to step into? Are we into science fiction territory?’
‘Maybe for you, but not for me. My purpose is justice, which I think may align with yours, and the other great thing is, you can give me the data, and because of where, or rather when, I am going, you can sell it again to someone who exists in a contemporary time-slice to you.’
‘OK, well, this is definitely something that I didn’t expect.’
‘If it helps, I was kind of weirded out by it at first as well. Moving in a different direction to the normal flow of time seems so counter-intuitive that it hits you at a really fundamental level as to how it can’t really be occurring.’
‘But then you get used to it?’
‘Then you get used to it.’
‘OK, so what use is the data I have to you?’
‘Oh, I have a friend who needs it to help bring down the organisation at some future point when it gets even more out of control’
‘It gets even more out of control?’
‘Yes, it does. It was a good point for you to get out of there, because otherwise you would have been swept up in all the drama that is going to occur, and you would not have survived it.’
‘Who are you? How do you know so much about me, and who put you onto me?’
‘Me? My name is Carter Brecht – I am what is known as a Reality Engineer, and I was told about you but someone you may or may not know – a man called Quint Essential’
‘I have heard of him – some connection to the Royal Court, I believe’
‘Yes, he has connections there, amongst others. Play this game long enough and there is barely a soul who is not wound up in the web, and barely a soul who does not fancy themselves a spider, who at some point makes the uncomfortable discovery that it is a question of scale, and that they are more often than not, a fly.’
‘And which are you?’
‘Same as you – I am both, at different turns of the game.’
‘But this gives me the chance to be a spider, right? Even if it is just for a moment, and even if I never get to see the results of what I do?’
‘Oh, it’s for more than a moment, let me assure you. Though you may not see it, the stone that you are sends out many ripples.’
‘And I get paid well for it too? That sounds like a bargain.’
‘Yes. Here is what I would offer you.’
As Partridge hefted the bag of money he knew already that it was worth his time. He reached across the table and shook the Reality Engineer’s hand, and that was that.