Corae and Trey, Episode 48 by Wolfenshire ()
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Hawk Guard: This way, the Senator is expecting you.
Trey: I bet he is.
Corae: Trey, keep your temper, Senator Lam’t’galla is a powerful man.
Trey: We’re just going to talk.
Corae: You need to be careful what you say.
Trey: Like where has he been all these years, and why I’ve never heard of Bobby having a grandfather, and why Andy never mentioned any of this to me, and why this charlatan wants to get his claws on Bobby?
Corae: Yeah, that kind of thing. Trey, you’re out of your league with this man.
Trey: I’ll be fine.
Corae: You really don’t understand what you’re up against.
Trey: I’m getting tired of everyone telling me I don’t understand.
Corae: You should let me do the talking, I love Bobby too.
Trey: That Hawk Guard is big as a human.
Corae: That one is exceptionally large, which is probably why he’s the Senators personal bodyguard. The Hawks are descendants of the Sun God, that’s why they have the rank of Predator.
Trey: So, is Bobby in the line of ascension for the Hawk Throne?
Corae: Probably not, he’s only half-Darai and that would make him ineligible.
Hawk Guard: This is the Senator’s Study. You will remain standing four feet in front of the desk at all times, keep your hands and arms where I can see them, and you will address the Senator by his rank or title, either is acceptable. If you make any aggressive moves, there are two snipers behind the wall that will shoot to kill. Do you understand?
Trey: I hear what you’ve said.
Corae: Trey, take this seriously.
Trey: I am taking this seriously, now here’s my instructions. I’ve installed the spare memory core in my ship’s A.I. and rebooted the personality. My ship is launching from the pad outside to a position in orbit. The A.I. is monitoring my life signs, if my heart stops, it has orders to launch all of its ordinance on this position. Now, are you going to open that door, or do I have to kick it down?
Hawk Guard: Your threats are as hollow as a hatchling throwing a temper tantrum. This property is protected by an anti-missile defense system. Heed my instructions, Mr. Cross, or you will not leave this building alive.
Corae: Okay, okay… if you two are done comparing wing size, can we see the Senator now?