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[quote][b]Asmodeus (Dec 04, 2001 07:17 a.m.):[/b] Mode left Vaisou's office at a swift walk. His own office was much further down the hall, in a cluster of smaller rooms. First Lieutenants did not require lavish surroundings and trappings in order to perform their job function. Mode was indifferent; he required a desk, a chair, and some modicum of privacy in which to work, and he had those in sufficient supply. Most of his work was in the other areas of the IA compound, anyway. The "interviewing" chambers were practically spacious. Informing Vaisou that he believed he has positively identified one Rebecca Solenis had taken more of his time than he wanted to spend. He would have preferred to let the girl go her own way, but it was too close to coincidence that he would be assigned to interview "Melissa Harrison", and he wasn't going to allow anything masquerading as "coincidence" to interfere with his current arrangement. He was here, Kat was here, and nothing was ever going to stand between them again. Vaisou had seemed unsurprised and amused at Mode's revelation concerning Solenis, and that confirmed his suspicions. Vaisou loved tests. Everything was a test, every question, every order, every surreptitious look. Mode was in a constant state of examination, and he didn't like it. He took his seat and leaned back, turning the ring on his finger absently. Some things were worth a little discomfort, he reminded himself, studying the golden band Katera's father had worn once, many years ago. [i]Some things are worth everything.[/i] His hands were moving mostly on their own when he reached to activate his desk and bring up the camera feed in Katera's room. It took a moment to load - the system appeared to be running slowly - and he had time to feel faintly guilty. [i]I shouldn't spy on her, not when I can be with her. I don't have to watch her from a distance anymore. I love her. I...trust her. I just want to look.[/i] The screen loaded, and his half-hearted self-recrimination faded a little as he frowned at her empty room. Where could she be? Checking in with her commanding officer, perhaps. He set the feed running backwards. He wanted to see her discover his gift, wanted to see her expression as she examined it. Gold and silver hadn't seemed [i]right[/i] for Katera - too weak, too fragile. Polished steel - beautiful, unyielding, unbreakable, the same substance her dagger was cut from - was far more appropriate. He looked away, putting his desk in order, and looked back in time to see Robert Quistin storm backwards into the room. Dread coiled into a cold, furry ball in his stomach and he accelerated the reverse, accelerated it to the point of his own departure before dropping it into play again, fast forwarding until Katera began to wake. [i]Quistin, you fucker, if you hurt her, I will [b]erase[/b] you. It will be like you never were.[/i] She was angry, and then she was wondering, but her rapt staring held no magic now. He knew what was coming, and ran the feed forward until her father stormed into the room. He could not hear what they were saying, did not need to. Her father was still bloody from their chat in the hallways, and he had paperwork with him. [i]He's trying to take her away from me. Again.[/i] He watched Katera refuse, watched their violent skirmish afterwards, Quistin twice her size and more than willing to use it to what advantage he could. Nathan's weak satisfaction as he watched her sink nails into the man's skin was shortlived as he saw Quistin hurl her against the wall. She impacted and slid to the floor, and he was on his feet then, until his mind reminded him that this was a feed, this was done with, and he had to keep watching to find out where she'd gone. And then Katera drew her dagger. Mode sat down slowly and watched father and daughter do their best to injure one another, and for a few moments he was certain Quistin was finally going to get what he deserved. Quistin slammed her into the door again, then, and something he said made her wilt even as she strained to get back up. The bruises, the blood...so much blood... Kat put the dagger away, and Quistin looked smug - but Kat turned and hit the palmpad, and her father was left staring in shocked anger too deep for him to even make an attempt at catching her. He activated the hallway cameras, watched her mad dash through the station, saw her disappear into the library and not come back out. He had to find her, make sure she was alright, tend her wounds. Robert Quistin could wait. [i]But not for long, you bastard. Not for long at all.[/i] He shut down his desk and left for the library.[/quote]
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