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It’s 1415 but his scheduled appointment – he checks his agenda … ah, yes, a fighter … Deimos – hasn’t shown up yet. This isn’t anything out of the ordinary. There are always people trying to avoid the meeting. He could, of course, let the MP deal with such blatant refusal to obey a direct order, but that’s just not his style.
Where would be the fun in that?
He consults the database and in no time at all has found the location of the fighter’s room. A little walk will do him good. He’s been sitting the whole day and now his ass feels kind of sore [and not in a goody-goody way if you know what I mean].
Ten minutes later, he hits the buzzer on Deimos’ door – and when it opens, it seems to do so reluctantly [It’s an automatic door – JEEEZ – it can’t open in any other way than it usually does].
The man, standing in the doorway is surprisingly short. One side of his face is almost entirely obscured by thick black bangs. The eye[s] that look[s] up to him is [are] of such a pale hue, Mac’s positive, this one must have some clone blood from Earth in him.
“Hi there,” he drawls. “I’m Machiavelli I believe we have an appointment today.”