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He regretted not being able to feel the cold breeze on his face, the wind rythmically shook the tops of the dense trees, soon night would begin to fall, between the mountains one could see Megara, one of Heracles' moons, rising from the east.
He was here again, in front of the lake, he would soon begin his new work, he knew that soon they would be after him, they had already come close enough to find him, he had to work fast, this would be his greatest work, for which he would be remembered.
The lake brought back memories of his rebirth, of when, in the chaos of the massacre that had taken place, he discovered the beauty of chaos, of building with destruction. Like then, he was sheathed in the camouflage suit, the only thing he had left of that memorable moment in Juno, the moon of Cepheus, the suit and learning from his experience.
Fifteen years ago, when he arrived at Heracles, he was fascinated by its forests and the impressive colors of its trees, it was very different from anything he had seen before, in any of the places where it was, in those forests everything was monotonous green and almost all the vegetation was the same. Instead, here, seen from the window of the descent capsule, it looked like a gigantic blanket made of multicolored patches; pink, lavender, green, yellow, white, red and amber; multicolored trees stretched as far as I could see. Heracles was just what he had seen in that tourist kiosk before his departure from Tetis.
-Are you going to explain to me now what this is all about? -asked Alberto, taking his notebook and with a gesture, projecting in front of them, the photographs of three individuals -. These are the ones he sent me to investigate. But I still don't understand what these people have to do with this.
-I am convinced that we have approached this with the wrong approach, - replied Oliver -. Tell me a little about them.
-Well for starters, it seems that the three of them have stayed away from working life, the three of them seem to be living off their pension as war veterans. Only of him do we have recent images, - he said, pointing to the first of the photographs -. His name is Ludwig Pereira, he lives in Corinth, in the north of the continent, his location has already been confirmed, he is a farmer and has not moved from his ranch in two weeks, but to shop in the city.
-Who is the one in the second image? -asked Oliver, with interest.
-His name is Ulises Rivera, we don't know much about him, there isn't an address registered in his name, he arrived here fifteen years ago, from Cefeo, just like the other two, -Alberto explained, while projecting a datasheet next to the image of the individual -. He arrived at the port space and practically disappeared after that, we know that he lives in Polaris, because of his transactions, he always makes purchases in the north zone and regularly pays in the ferry, to cross the canal, so it is supposed that he lives somewhere in the south zone, like almost everybody else.
-What do you know about his life before he came to Heracles, -asked Oliver.
-Like the other three, he is a veteran of Cepheus' war and was hospitalized with psychiatric problems, in his case, in the hospital of Tetis, - replied Alberto, indifferent.
-Before that, his life before the war, -insisted Oliver.
-Of course, I forgot, like Lombard and you, he is also from Perseus, there he lived in his childhood and part of his adolescence, then he moved to Apollo, when his parents died, where he lived with an uncle, who was a retired soldier, until he himself enlisted in the army, five years later he was sent to fight in Cepheus.
-Did you find any connection between him and Lombard? continued Oliver.
-Apparently none, apart from both coming from Perseus and having studied at the same academy, - replied Alberto.
-Wait, what did Rivera study at the academy?
-Art, like Lombard, but he did not finish his studies, because of the death of his parents, - replied Alberto, intrigued by Oliver's interest -. Maybe he met Lombard there, that's all I can think of.
-He's the one we're looking for! -exclaimed Oliver -. Quickly contact the surveillance, I want them to reprogram the drones to follow him, and asks for a ship to wait for us, to go and stop him, we must interrogate him.
-But we have no idea where he is, how does he think we'll do that? -said Alberto surprised.
-Haven't you noticed? Don't you think you've seen him before? -Oliver asked, with a malicious gesture on his face.
-It's not Lombard, who does he look like? - he asked, intrigued.
-He's Lombard's neighbor, the one with the flowers! -exclaimed Oliver, rising abruptly and taking his overcoat from his desk. Go quickly and warn the guards and ask for transport.
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