Then, he leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, put his hands together, and the knife was gone.
"No, you said it wrong."
Edsson 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 of the man in the red uniform, the man who could easily change his voice.
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.
Although Edson's position is low, it is not simple, because he is the person responsible for recording the navigation data and route scheduling of the Astartes Chapter's transports.
Then, his daughter suffered from a serious disease and her life was bleak.
At that time, Edson looked around, surrounded by cold darkness. His modest salary could not support 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 slowly shook his head.
"I never lied to you about the things we talked about, the plans we made - and the promises I made. Not only would your daughter be completely cured, but the genetic disease that ran in your family would be cured.
removed."
Edsson lowered his hands, trying to suck in more air. He wanted to stand up, and he wanted to stand up and grab Sorge's neck.
He was going to kill him, right here and now.
Then he began to stand up, his limbs shaking.
"Listen to me, Edson."
Sorge said, raising his hands and spreading them to both sides.
"Don't be so impulsive."
When Ederson tried to stand up straight, cramped pain flashed through his body.
He failed to stand up and knelt down on one knee again.
The air flowed in and out of his mouth, and Edson closed his eyes tightly, with sweat still on his forehead.
Slowly, he felt the pain in his chest getting better, but he still didn't move.
"Who exactly are you?"
The question was asked 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 from my duties. All because I believed what you said. I believed you were just an information dealer."
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, taking a deep breath and feeling tears streaming down his face.
"You are 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, Edsson 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 following Sorge's words.
"Think about your daughter. She's still alive, and she wants you to be alive too."
Edsson said nothing, he couldn't say anything, only the sound swirled 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 and opened it.
The screen was broken and stained with fingerprints, but the image displayed on it still stunned Edson: a small face with black curly hair, and black eyes widened nervously.
When Edson looked at it, the girl glanced beside her, as if to confirm something.
He felt his eyes stinging and his throat was a little choked.
"look."
Sorge said softly, and at the same time, a hand reached into the image on the screen, palm upward, 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 stretched 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 time.
When he raised his head, he could feel the coldness spreading under his skin again, and he was stunned for a second before he spoke.
"What do you want from me this time?"
Sorge nodded. He did not smile and had no expression on his face.
"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 there?"
"It's not good for you to know that much."
Edsson snorted:
"Is this what you hope for, or is this what you fear?"
"very good."
Sorge said, suddenly laughing.
"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 heavy and his eyes were unblinking.
Ederson felt that he could not look away. This face was suddenly far from friendly.
"Next you will receive a signal consisting of a single keyword. When you hear that word, you must ensure that those shipments will no longer be inspected. 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 seemed to be glowing.
"If you know, then you will never have peace in the future. Are you sure you want to know?"
Edson let out a sigh of relief, although this did not 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 other party a small signal receiver, and walked towards the open door.
"Don't worry, don't worry, my friend -"
The mysterious man said, his hand on the door latch.