Free Savior Part 2: Son of Eden (The Savior Series) by A. King Bradley Page B

Jason asked, obviously confused.
    “The girl from Manhattan, the redhead that I saved from the stampede just outside the Empire State Building. I gave her to you before I went back in for her family, remember?” Reaper said in an excited whisper.
    “Holy crap, you’re right!” Jason whispered as he glanced at the girl at the bar then back to us.
    “What do you think I should do?” Reaper asked.
    “What do you mean? Go over there and talk to her!” Jason insisted.
    “No I mean, do you think she knows? Do you think she knows it’s me?”
    “Of course not. You were wearing a mask, you idiot,” Jason smirked. “Now get over there before she notices me and forgets about you!”
    Reaper smiled and took a deep breath. As he stood and headed towards the bar, I noticed the five guys at the nearby table flash peculiar looks at him. These were the same guys who had appeared to be agitated by our laughter a bit earlier. They were giving off a sort of troublemaker-like vibe but they hadn’t exactly done anything at the time so I didn’t think it was worth mentioning to Jason.
    Jason and I both watched as Reaper walked right up to the bar and took a seat next to the stunning ginger-haired girl that had been eying him. I took a sip of my water and looked over to Jason who looked to be checking something on his phone under the table.
    “I’ve gotta use the restroom, bud. I’ll be back in a second,” he suddenly said as he pocketed his phone and slid to the end of the bench and stood. I was used to Jason slipping off at a moments notice, therefore, I simply nodded my head and pretended that I didn’t know he was lying. I glanced over to the bar as Jason walked away and I noticed that Reaper and the tall redhead seemed to be carrying on a polite conversation.
    I wonder if he’ll tell her who he really is, I thought as they smiled and chatted away. After a while, my curiosity got the best of me and I pressed a button on the left side of my smart glasses to eavesdrop on their conversation. Not only did their images suddenly appear much closer on the virtual display created by my glasses but I could also hear everything they were saying due to the miniature laser microphone that my glasses were equipped with.
    I continued to observe and listen to them for a few more minutes but I lost interest once I confirmed that their conversation was nothing more than normal small talk. I guess he doesn’t have to play the Reaper card after all , I thought—smiling as I pressed the button on the left side of my glasses in order to zoom out to the default viewing mode.
    “Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing, boy?!” a male voice suddenly demanded a few feet away from me.
    Butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach as I looked up to see one of the guys from the nearby table staring angrily at me. My heartbeat quickened as I soon realized that all five of them were glaring at me. My palms grew sweaty with anxiety as I quickly scanned the room for Jason but he was still nowhere in sight.
    “Yeah I’m talking to you, you little perv,” the guy closest to me said as he and his group stood and approached me.
    You’ve gotta be kidding me , I thought as I looked to Reaper, hoping he would look in my direction, but his eyes were completely glued to the girl at the bar.
    The guy who was doing all of the talking sat down on the bench across from me while the other four of them stood only a few feet away. The troublemaker who now sat across from me wasn’t a very large fellow, but it didn’t take much to be larger than I was. I placed my hands in my lap and nervously tapped my thumbs together as I noticed that all five of them had Greek Tragedy masks tattooed onto various parts of their bodies. Since the death of The Suspect, the Tragedy mask had become the de facto symbol for The Strangers. Though I was certain that these punks weren’t affiliated with The Strangers in any official capacity, I was still no less nervous to