CHAPTER THREE
Bryce toweled off as he got out of the bath and rushed to put on his bathrobe. He wondered who was phoning him at such a late hour and hoped it wasn't Edison. The man always seemed to need him constantly. He wondered how Edison had managed for so long before they'd met.
Bryce sat down tapped in the answer code for his vu-phone which was a little more complicated than those found in standard homes.
It wasn't Edison.
It was a face he hadn't seen since before he became a teenager. Middle-aged now, it was still clean-shaven with warm brown eyes that were both welcoming and strong.
"Bryce," the man said. And his eyes, not quite as dark as his own locked onto Bryce, making it clear that any requests made were not to be refused. That this was much too important for him to ignore. "It's been a while."
"Hello, father," Bryce said, formally.
"Father?" the older man said, in a disappointed tone. "I'm your dad, not your priest."
"Yes, dad," Bryce corrected himself. "Sorry."
"You need to be at the Eye in two days at 10 AM," the man said. "I can't say anything about it right now. Just that this is very important. I can't begin to stress how much."
Bryce recalled the word he'd remembered recently.
"Is this about Cylon?" he asked.
His father seemed rather taken aback. Obviously it did have something to do with it. But what it was, he didn't know.
"Where did you hear that word?" the man wanted to know.
"You mentioned it when I was a baby," Bryce explained. "I don't know why, but I just remembered it not long ago."
"You share my gift of recalling things that happened in infancy," his father said with a smile "What about your dreams?"
"I avoid dreaming," Bryce shrugged. "Too frivolous."
"I'll talk to you about that at the Eye." his father told him.
