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[quote][b]RPQuistin (Nov 12, 2001 02:24 a.m.):[/b] The corridors were long, and dim, and silent, and his boots echoed dully upon the metal floor as he walked. He was lost in thought, but it was far from peaceful contemplation, and a frown furrowed his brow and darkened his features. It almost couldn't be called walking, this stride he was keeping. More like [i]pacing[/i]. He was worried, which made him angry, and that made him think of his daughter and become worried all over again, and so it continued as he made his way toward her quarters. All his carefully constructed plans were not playing out as they should have. Avrey, in exchange for a disgraceful sum of money and a few pulled strings, had gotten him all the information on Terrence as he was able to find. What he read on the boy did not please him. Robert wanted his daughter's new Jax gone; forever, dead, in Charybdis, it did not matter. As long as it was nowhere near her. That hope had quickly been shattered when Avrey reported Terrence at the command post, under the wing of the Internal Alliance's director. Vaisou was well-known. So was he, Captain Robert Quistin, in his own right. He'd made the attempt to speak civily, to request a favor, an agreement, officer to officer, but to no avail. Terrence would stay. Katera would arrive soon. And Robert was left searching for a solution to rid himself of the threat to his dreams of a life somewhere far away, with only the little girl who looked so much like his lost wife, and security enough to keep her from harm. It was simply not to be. The transfer request he had put in for when he'd first been notified of Katera's graduation had been placed on hold, and another payment had exchanged hands before he learned that it was Terrence who had done such. Just the thought of the boy made Robert's blood boil, and his steps were louder in response, as if by stomping around he could release some of his anger. How [i]dare[/i] Terrence counterman his orders? The audacity of that little IA tool was enough to drive Robert into a rage, and he clicked impatiently at the clip to his holster, as he had done once in waiting, years ago. The sound melded with his boots, a thump and a click, a stomp and a snap, and his eyes were cold serpentine as he glanced up and blinked at the figure that approached from down the hallway. A moment passed before he recognized the pale hair, the cold eyes, and a moment longer before he realized where it was the apparition must have been coming from. Nothing lay in that direction but the rooms for the new recruits, nothing in that direction of any importance but one room; Katera's. Robert drew up and stopped in the corridor, squaring his shoulders and projecting as much icy authority as he could manage, but still the fury bled through his pose, and he could barely keep from launching himself forward. He glared furiously, with all the obsessive protectiveness of a father, with all the murderous rage of the cruel bastard that he was, and his eyes narrowed as they swept over the boy who had dared defy him. He saw no difference between Terrence and Narita. Jaxen had broken his daughter, stabbed her, [i]scarred[/i] her. Robert had seen the slash upon Kat's wrist, had been witness to her terrifying withdrawal and miserable despair, and it was all the same to him. Terrence was no better than Narita, and where Robert had held little influence over the death of one, he would not allow the same to be said for the second. "I thought I gave you an order, boy. You had better not be coming from where I think you've been."[/quote]
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