"It was the strangest thing," he said, spreading his arms to offer her a hug. "When we got to the Precinct, several officers were waiting to talk with me. They took me into an interrogation room, and I gotta tell you, I was afraid they were about to beat me bloody. But instead, they showed me a vid of Alphon Quince saluting the two soldiers who fragged their commander's drone."
"Why'd they do that?"
"One of them asked me if I knew who it was. I about freaked. I had no idea what was going on, so I told them it was the terrorist who's been all over the news, and asked what it had to do with me."
Eshana suddenly remembered that she was still holding the phone, and held it up. "He's on the phone now."
Rafi gave her a quizzical look. "Who is?"
"Quince. The soldiers are escorting him and one of the reporters back to Ferd's HQ at Bayou Bundis. Here, say hello."
"This is Rafi Thandri in East Chicago," he said. "The cops here just told me that you're a hero. They said they want to help. What the hell just happened?"
"A cascade, Rafi," Alphon said, laughing, "a goddamn social event cascade. Hang on, it's going to be a hell of a ride!"
Copyright 2014 by P. Orin Zack