"No."
Sorge shook his head and sat on a metal box.
Then he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together, and the knife was gone.
"No, you said it wrong."
Ederson felt his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to rush out the door, screaming that there was an enemy infiltrator here.
But then he thought about the man in the red uniform, the man who could change his voice so easily.
So he raised his head and looked at this guy of unknown origin, and Sorge also looked at him - calmly, expressionless, waiting silently.
With a low groan, Ederson turned his head to the side, remembering the fear that slowly formed in his heart when he first provided data to the other party.
Edson's position, although lowly, is not simple, as he is the one responsible for recording the navigation data and routing of the Chapter's transports.
Then, his daughter suffered from a serious disease and her life was bleak.
At that time, Ederson looked around, surrounded by cold darkness. His not-so-high salary could not support the expensive treatment.
Until this mysterious man found him and gave him a glimmer of hope.
Ederson turned his head, looked up at those eyes that could never be seen through, took a deep breath, and spit.
Sorge shook his head slowly.
"I never lied to you about the things we talked about, the plans we made - and the promises I made that not only would your daughter be completely cured, but that the genetic disease that ran in your family would be cured as well. removed."
Edsson lowered his hands, trying to get more air, to stand up, to stand up and grab Sorge's neck.
He was going to kill him, right here and now.
Then he began to rise, his limbs shaking.
"Listen to me, Ederson."
Sorge said, raising his hands and spreading them to both sides.
"Don't be so impulsive."
A cramping pain shot through Ederson's body as he tried to stand up straight.
He failed to stand up and fell to one knee again.
The air flowed in and out of his mouth, and Edson squeezed his eyes shut, sweat still on his forehead.
Slowly, he felt the pain in his chest getting better, but he still didn't move.
"Who are you?"
The question was out of his mouth before he could take it back, even though he had no hope of getting an answer.
"I believed what you said, and I gave you all the data I could get in my duties. All because I believed what you said. I believed that you were just an information trafficker."
Sorge shook his head, a look of regret appeared on his face.
"Edson——"
"But you deceived me! You are definitely not an information dealer!"
Edson roared, feeling tears streaming down his face as he gasped for air.
"You're a cultist! A Chaos cultist!"
"I don't know where you see that I look like a Chaos believer, but I assure you that we are not that corrupt. Maybe you can't understand my work at the moment, but in the future-"
He paused, and Edson raised his head and saw the regret in Sorge's eyes disappeared.
"You can't fool me. I remember that time very clearly. You directly transformed into my boss and entered his office in a big way."
Edsson shook his head, but a chill spread throughout his body with Sorge's words.
"Think of your daughter, she's alive and she wants you to be alive too."
Edsson said nothing, he couldn't say anything, only the sounds swirling in his head.
Sorge tilted his head as if listening.
Then he reached into a pocket on his thigh and pulled out a battered datapad, opening it.
The screen was cracked and stained with fingerprints, but the image displayed on it still transfixed Edsson: a small face with curly black hair and dark eyes wide open nervously.
When Edson looked at it, the girl glanced at her side, as if to confirm something.
He felt his eyes sting and his throat felt a little lumpy.
"look."
Sorge whispered as, on the screen, a hand reached into the image, palm up, as if asking for something.
Edson watched as his daughter placed a small piece of fabric into the palm of her hand.
The next second, the hand was withdrawn and the image was cut off.
Edsson looked up at Sorge, who held out a hand with a piece of fabric lying on it.
He reached for the small piece of fabric and stared at it for a long moment.
When he raised his head, he could feel the coldness spreading under his skin again, and he was stunned for a second before speaking.
"What do you want from me this time?"
Sorge nodded. He did not smile, his face was expressionless.
"In two days, a cargo ship called the Croissant will arrive in the planet's orbit, and then a batch of cargo will arrive in the hive."
"What's in that?"
"It won't do you any good to know that much."
Edson snorted:
"Is this what you hope for, or what you fear?"
"very good."
Sorge said, suddenly smiling.
"I remember why I came to you. You were always so smart, but now you have to listen to me."
The mysterious man's face no longer smiled - his expression was very serious and his eyes were unblinking.
Edsson felt like he couldn't look away. The face was suddenly far from friendly.
"You're going to receive a signal that consists of a single keyword, and when you hear that word, you have to make sure that the shipment can no longer be inspected, and I know you can modify the security data, right? "
"that's all?"
Edson paused.
"Then what?"
"Then there will be no more, we will not look for you again, you will be reunited with your daughter, and everyone will treat it as nothing happened."
After a moment of silence, Edson took a deep breath.
"I still want to know, what is in there?"
Gazorg's eyes looked as if they were glowing.
"If you know, then you will never have peace in the future. Are you sure you want to know?"
Edsson let out a sigh of relief, although it didn't mean he was relieved.
He wanted to close his eyes and fall into the world of sleep and dreams, where the road in front of him did not exist - in that world he did not need to make this choice.
A choice, said a voice in the cold core of his mind.
There was never a choice.
"When exactly?"
"I'll send it to you later."
Sorge stood up, handed the man a small signal receiver, and walked toward the open door.
"Don't worry, don't worry, my friend—"
The mysterious man said, his hand on the door latch.
"You're on the right side."
