I took a deep breath, surprised at how easily I’d convinced everyone into thinking I was on their side. Patrick always said the theater lost a great actress when I joined his team of elites.
When there was a team of elites. Ezra, Patrick and I, as far as I knew, we were all that was left of the Resistance.
I followed Henry around, picking up all the minutia of the inner Secretist clockwork. From the inside, it worked just like any other organization: committee upon committee, mountains of paperwork, prototypes, plots, & schemes galore. The only difference was the fact that this one happened to control the world and all who lived in it.
At the end of the day I slouched in a chair in a lobby, exhausted, when a pair of gentlemen approached me; I recognised them to be in the Cabinet. I stood in respect.
“Evening sirs," I said in greeting, nodding.
“Evening,” the older of the pair replied. “Lazlo, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “I’m surprised you remembered.”
The younger bespectacled counterpart laughed. “How can you forget a name like Lazlo?”
“Good point sir.”
“We just were curious about your background," the younger said.
The older nodded. "You seem to be an interesting individual.”
Uh-oh. I hoped Ezra was right in the fact I was a good storyteller.
“I lived in the back-country until fairly recently,” I invented quickly.
“Really? I’ve never seen records.”
“I ran away as a boy,” I continued, catching myself before I said girl. “After a while, my parents assumed me dead, so I disappeared from record. I changed my name & took to wandering. I gained experience through my travels.”
“Odd method of education,” the younger noted.
“Would you get lonely?” the elder asked with some concern.
“Quite the contrary. I took to singing, & people say I’m fairly good.”
“Could you sing something?” they asked eagerly.
"If you insist." I took a deep breath and launched into “Puttin on the Ritz,” complete with dance steps.
I must admit I drew quite the crowd. When I finished the gathered officials erupted into applause. I smiled and half-bowed.
“I thought I’d find you here!” The crowd parted for Henry, who briskly approached me. I nodded in acknowledgement. “I hate to draw you away, but I have to speak with you of an important matter. Privately.”
“Certainly sir.” I followed, noticing an odd glint in his eye. I gulped in spite of myself.
Why did I have such a bad feeling about this?