Guin couldn't help but wonder in a humourous way if Kalique had training as an actress owing to how well she played the part. But it wasn't the agent that they had to sell it for, but rather the lofty lord himself.
Tryst was menacing in silence, for whom everything would not be enough to sate his pursuit. For the entire time, he had thought well of Kalique but such consideration ceased once she spoke her views of the force. Suddenly his face paled, rage buried beneath the surface pooled and whirled, contained within a frenzy and moderated by a lifetime of experience.
And just like that, the calmness in his face returned. A cold and calculated voice broke the ice once more causing unease and concern to all those who heard it. "Spoken like someone afraid of themselves, my dear." His eyes glared intently, staring into her mind and soul with calculated malice, a wicked smile embraced.
"You've been glancing at that stone far too much for someone who claims to know so little." Perhaps she would disagree, perhaps not but it didn't matter one bit.
At last, Guin had cracked the firewall and subtly made her way into the lord's file system on her handheld device. Taking extra care to remain undetected, both electronically and in the room. Slicing through the directories she groaned internally. Really, what's with guys and taking those ugh. Continuing onwards, she made her way into some folders recently created. The contents didn't really make a whole lot of sense to the agent, purchases of strange and weird things, travel documents, and the like.
Guin knew that Kali would sense her thoughts, even if she was quite busy with him at the moment. Her heart dropped when she found a folder named the Experiment.
The lord cocked his head to the side softly, studying her response before making her an offer she couldn't refuse. "I would like to offer you a job, I'll pay you whatever you wish, but you must complete the job no questions asked." A thick emphasis on the latter reinforced how he expected her to answer, his hands hidden under the table.
The agent's face paled as the blood evaporated from her face at what she had just seen, her heart rate spiked, thinking only one thing. It's a trap. Images and images of bodybags in thumbnails under the subfolder 'force sensitivity trials' filled her mind, the horrible thoughts and panic set in. Guin's training barely held her together externally, without realizing just how dutifully she had been clutching her Nautolan.
Tryst was menacing in silence, for whom everything would not be enough to sate his pursuit. For the entire time, he had thought well of Kalique but such consideration ceased once she spoke her views of the force. Suddenly his face paled, rage buried beneath the surface pooled and whirled, contained within a frenzy and moderated by a lifetime of experience.
And just like that, the calmness in his face returned. A cold and calculated voice broke the ice once more causing unease and concern to all those who heard it. "Spoken like someone afraid of themselves, my dear." His eyes glared intently, staring into her mind and soul with calculated malice, a wicked smile embraced.
"You've been glancing at that stone far too much for someone who claims to know so little." Perhaps she would disagree, perhaps not but it didn't matter one bit.
At last, Guin had cracked the firewall and subtly made her way into the lord's file system on her handheld device. Taking extra care to remain undetected, both electronically and in the room. Slicing through the directories she groaned internally. Really, what's with guys and taking those ugh. Continuing onwards, she made her way into some folders recently created. The contents didn't really make a whole lot of sense to the agent, purchases of strange and weird things, travel documents, and the like.
Guin knew that Kali would sense her thoughts, even if she was quite busy with him at the moment. Her heart dropped when she found a folder named the Experiment.
The lord cocked his head to the side softly, studying her response before making her an offer she couldn't refuse. "I would like to offer you a job, I'll pay you whatever you wish, but you must complete the job no questions asked." A thick emphasis on the latter reinforced how he expected her to answer, his hands hidden under the table.
The agent's face paled as the blood evaporated from her face at what she had just seen, her heart rate spiked, thinking only one thing. It's a trap. Images and images of bodybags in thumbnails under the subfolder 'force sensitivity trials' filled her mind, the horrible thoughts and panic set in. Guin's training barely held her together externally, without realizing just how dutifully she had been clutching her Nautolan.
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