Spartan is 16 By Jacob Malewitz Civilization Empires, 2 2 2 Blue Vest, 2 trill Tommy Nations, 100 100 100, 2 mill a short story Ch. 2 M pulled on a shirt, stepped down to the basement, gripping the only thing that mattered anymore, eyeing the metal, harnessing the old M-16 weapon his long dead father had put in his hand at the age of 8. “Wolf in us, old stories, of old hills,” an odd, drunken father had told his son. “Wolf in us that never sleeps, old wolves, old hills.” He never was quite sane; his eyes said much, and it scared the hell out of M. M didn’t like anything, really, but this mysterious M-16, which he had never shown to anyone. Mom? She disappeared on a scientific vessel looking for a secret place to repopulate, to live. The whole speed of light thing. Stories of ships crossing the barrier. The gate working, sending people across stars. She just disappeared. Her name was Atta, a woman of strong Dorian bloodlines, the richest of the Spartan founding familes. She also pa...