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Finally Ulric was alone. Alva would finish the trip to Moscow without him. He felt a special excitement. Reality and his visions were finally about to merge. Ulric had said enough to force events as he wanted. The naive puppet, with his own ideals would play the role of a pawn. Only a few passengers were in the train. It suited Ulric perfectly. He chose a place far from prying eyes and put his bag on the seat opposite him. It was the first time he had physically participated in the realization of one of his prophecies. Well, the first time since he had joined the ‘Organization’ at least.

Since 1998, following his meeting with Sergei Ivanov. Ulric had taken advantage of privileges without any limitation. Despite this, he did not let luxuries change his personality or his ideas. The Organization’s 12 could not envisage the entire plan or would take the risks he had. Some actions could not be delegated to subordinates. Certain manipulations needed clockwork precision. Ulrich also knew that to maintain his influence on the 12, he must also breakdown and limit certain information. Those ‘Masters of the world’ did not understand. Further more, for some of them, their motivation seemed soley ‘financial’.

He wriggled and felt aggravated as he tried to get comfortable in his seat. Knowing a long journey lay ahead of him, he sighed and settled as comfortably as possible, as the train took him back home. He opened his bag, then placed next to his laptop a small carved wooden box. It seemed to be irresistibly calling him. He knew too well what it contained… the secret of his power. His slightly sweaty hands seized the box and placed it on his lap. He paused a few seconds to contemplate the importance of the moment. He knew the power of forsight and knew that it should not be taken lightly. He breathed deeply, then opened the precious wooden box. The small vial was still there!

At that point, hundreds of memories of past images flooded his mind. He wondered why he should try to learn more. Surely, this was only for reassurance. His visions had led him here and now, he wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to know more. He already knew the outcome and some particular events, but certain details remained unknown to him.

His decision was swift. He unscrewed the cap and took a single drop of the drink on the tip of his tongue. The ‘Dice have been rolled’ he thought as he closed his eyes. He murmured to himself, mechanically ‘Let time and space open up so that I can see the outcome of future events’. Minutes later, he opened his eyes. His jaw twitched violently. He said to himself that this time he may have made a huge mistake. Giving the information that he did to Alva, along with the pill could be an error that proves fatal for both him and the rest of the planet. He could do nothing to change this, at least not yet.

PS. You can read more about Destiny’s train here

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