Sheikoh reached a hand inside his ragged black pants and disentangled his cellpad from everything else in there. He flipped open its dented silversteel cover and read the message ‘Spanius location –Ghost,’ and ‘Be in position by 10:00 to strike at 12:00 –Dream.’ There was an attached downloadable file. Sheikoh thumbed the key for the ‘download now’ option and waited while the blue loading bar crept across the Trinity’s dim screen. “You can do this little guy,” he muttered with distraction. As Sheikoh watched the bar he thought about Emili again. His thoughts pressed her beautiful face into the look she wore as she told him; ‘Your name is Sheikoh… You’ll never grow out of the boy that stood up for what’s right…’ He leaned his head back on the vine drenched wall and closed his eyes with a pained expression. He wanted to answer with something like; ‘Sure I’m Sheikoh, Emi, but who is Sheikoh?’ Both of his names, Sheikoh and Silence, were nothing more than words, titles that depended on the occasion.
