[2740 AD; Admorse Plaza]
Gabrielle “Gale” Kunigunde looked out the window of the Admorse Repair Shop as the last customer left. Gale locked the front door as she prepared to go home for the day. As she left, however, one man with long black hair was at the door knocking for Gale’s attention.
“We’re closed!” Gale said. “Sorry!”
“I need to talk to Gabrielle Kunigunde,” the man said. “It’s important.”
Gale adjusted her glasses. “Me?”
“You’re Isaac’s daughter, correct?”
“Who are you?” Gale asked.
“My name? My name is Kirk,” the man replied. “Kirk Wilk. I knew your father from when we were both in the military.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, “But I don’t speak with my father.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Kirk said. “What matters now is this.”
He pulled out from his pocket an envelope. Gale unlocked the door and took the envelope. She took out a spare pen and opened the envelope, pulling out the message and unfolding it. As she did, Kirk had left.
“You could have said goodbye, at least,” Gale said. She then focused on the message in her hands and began to read.” Sorry that we could not meet under different circumstances,” she read. “I know this will sound like a strange request, but I must request your time at the Admorse Casino tomorrow at 6 PM.”
The letter was signed by Kirk, who stamped the letter with a special insignia that Gale recognized. She had seen the mark before in one of her encyclopedias, a sword at the left and an open book on the right. It was the mark of an organization that used to exist ten years ago, but now had ceased to exist.
“Could it be?” Gale asked. “Kirk Wilk… That name does sound familiar.”
She locked the door again and left from the back. Gale walked back to her home which was a block and a half away from her job and went inside.
“I’m still uncertain of this,” she said, “But if he really is who he says, then I need to get ready.”
[2740 AD; Kunigunde Warehouse in Bollesburgh]
Sorin had just closed his locker for the day. He had changed into his street clothes and was ready to head home with Smith. It was an eventful day, Sorin was sure of that. Now, though, was time to go home and work on his hobby. He walked with Smith to his car, getting in the passenger side.
“You’ve been really practicing, haven’t ya?” Smith asked as he started the car.
“Two years,” Sorin replied, “Two years doing art now. I feel like I’ve gotten a lot better.”
“I’d really like to see one of your works, buddy.”
Sorin laughed. “Well, nothing complete yet,” he said. “It’s all been sketches, but perhaps I’ll let you have a look.”
“I bet yer pops woulda loved to see it,” Smith said. “Kirk’d probably flip.”
“You keep talking about him,” Sorin said. “I can’t say I’d know how he’d feel.”
“Ah, well, I’m sure he’d love to come home someday,” Smith replied. “Would love to know too, matter’a fact.”
They began to head down the road towards the town. One Sorin and Smith were inside the limits of the town, Smith made it to the apartment building where they lived. Sorin had the apartment at the top, while Smith had the one next to him. Before today, Sorin had been worried about paying the rent due to it being the last day to do so. He was fortunate because he had made enough money for the day to pay it.
“It’s never easy, is it?” Sorin asked. “Always right down to the wire.”
“Boy, don’t I know,” Smith said.
They went to the landlord and paid off the rent much to Sorin’s relief. He then said his goodbye to Smith for the night and went to his apartment. For him, the necessities were all he needed: some chairs, a table, a kitchen, and bed filled the one room apartment. He had wished it were better, though, but given his job it was not something he could think about.
“Well, let’s see what I’ve got,” he said.
Sorin sat at the table and took out a blank drawing pad. Today, he had thought about drawing something based on his talk with Henry earlier. With a pencil in his hand, Sorin began to draw.
Night had passed over Ameci, with the break of dawn greeting a sleeping Sorin by shining sunlight through the window. He opened his eyes and found himself still at the table; Sorin had fallen asleep at some point.
“Well, that’s one way to do it,” he said. The picture he had been drawing was only halfway done, the top half of the sheet still blank. “That’s another one I’ll have to go back to…”
Sorin met with Smith, who was already in the car, and they went to work. Once they were at the warehouse, Sorin and Smith went inside, but this time they were met with a familiar face. The man stood at the front desk, his long hair trailing down to his back. As he turned around, Smith gasped.
“Son of a gun!” Smith exclaimed. “If it ain’t Kirk Wilk!”
“Hello, Ray,” Kirk said, “And hello to you too, Sorin.”
Sorin’s eyes widened. Was this his father, who had left so long ago? They were nearly the same height, Sorin being a couple inches taller, and had the same hair color. It felt like a dream, but Kirk pulled him out of it.
Kirk laughed as he patted Sorin on the shoulder. “You’re looking like a lost dog there,” he said. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember me?”
“It’s not that,” Sorin replied.
“Boy’s got some culture shock thing goin’ on,” Smith said. “Seeing his pops certainly has him fer a loss!”
“I don’t think it’s culture shock,” Kirk said. “Anyway, it’s been a long time. What did I miss?”
“Sorry, but I don’t understand,” Sorin said. “You’ve been out of my life for god knows how many years, and you show up all of a sudden?”
“I’m sure he’s got a good reason,” Smith replied. “How about we skip work? Gotta be able to catch up on some things, right?”
“Ray, you don’t need to do that,” Kirk said. “It’s nice to see you again, but I came here because I wanted to talk to my son.”
Smith grinned. “Yeah, I gotcha,” he said, “Sorin deserves that much.”
“How about it?” Kirk asked Sorin. “Let’s head off. There’s a place I need to take you.”
“Are you sure about this, Smith?” Sorin asked.
“You ain’t about to have second thoughts, are ya?”
“Trust me,” Kirk said, “Hear me out, at the very least. That’s all I’m asking of you.”
Sorin sighed. “Okay,” he replied.
“Good to hear that,” Kirk said. “I’ll see you later, Smith.”
“It’s been good meeting ya again!” Smith said. “I’ll make sure your job is safe and sound when you come back, Sorin!”
“Thanks,” Sorin said. “I promise I won’t be long.”
As Smith headed off to work, Kirk and Sorin left the warehouse. Sorin was still uncertain about his father. At this point, though, he felt that he should hear what Kirk had to say. The two of them got into Kirk’s car and made way for the city of Admorse.
To be continued…