“Can I ask you something?” asked Falcon.
Rocious raised an eyebrow, “Fine, but I expect brandy.”
Falcon waved away his comment and sat on the edge of the bed, “That thing that came out of you, what was it?”
Rocious closed his eyes and became very still. A few long moments later he replied, “Relax, it was not because of using the sympathetic link.”
“Then what was it?” asked Falcon.
“Nothing you need to know about,” answered Rocious as he stood up and paced next to the bed. “But there is something you should hear.”
“What’s that?”
“The council. They were in Dominion the day you ran off. Connelly had their support when he came after you and after what I did to him.” said Rocious.
“What?” asked Falcon.
“They probably see us both as rogues,” answered Rocious.
“But you’re Praetorian.”
“That only makes them fear me more,” said Rocious cutting him off again.
Falcon jumped to his feet, “Then lets go,”
Rocious put his hand up, “No. They’re scared. If we confront them now they’ll rally around Connelly.”
“Then what?”
Rocious sat down again, “Nothing, I just wanted you to know.”
“Nothing?!” said Falcon incredulous.
Rocious snapped his fingers silencing him with an extremely loud but harmless explosion, “Nothing,” said Rocoius as he waited for Falcon’s ears to stop ringing. “The council isn’t really scared of us. They’re scared of the unknown. Focus on today. We’ll deal with the council when the time is right.”
Falcon flopped back on the bed, “Or they’ll deal with us,”
“Perhaps,” said Rocious on his way to the door. Before he opened the door he looked over his shoulder, “Welcome home.”
Dedication
Goodbye my friend.
I enjoyed the time we had.
See you soon.
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