Going For Broke

[Wesker]

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Marie sat down in the shuttle leaning against the wall. High command "meetings" usually ended with someone getting a demotion, promotion, or someone being scolded. For Marie, it was usually promotions, which were boring and took a while. Leaving the Royal Vauquelin in the hands of her second in command while she made the boring trip to the taus didn't make her feel any more comfortable. She spent less time worrying about what would happen at the meeting and more time thinking of what could possibly happen on the Magellan front while it was led by some indecisive boy who climbed through the ranks from his father's money. Whatever, there was nothing she could do, the Royal Navy wouldn't discharge her, they had NO ONE else to go to if they did.

Then came the thought of LeBlanc discovering her fruitless actions to find Ambre LaChance, there was no way she would've known, Bernard didn't have the spine to rat out Marie's actions to LeBlanc. Never mind facing her afterwards, Marie would've killed him. Marie starred at one of the gaurds, he was asleep, likely been on this shuttle for much longer than she, escorting other officers. After staring at what looked -his lifless body- she turned and looked up out the pilot's window.

System jump successful, we're closing in on the Chant now, transmitting clearance codes. The pilot's voice over the intercom was as alerting as a mortar explosion.

The gaurd squadron snapped awake immediately. They drew out their arms standing around Marie like statues. Marie looked at each of them, she drew out her gun and starred at it. One of the gaurds looked back at her. Something wrong Mademoiselle?

Non, just bored. She holstered her gun, stood up and stretched, time for what was likely another boring meeting.

The shuttle boarded and 2 of the guards moved up in front of her, 2 moved behind her. One of the officers onboard the Chant was waiting for her in the hangar.

Général, Marechal LeBlanc has been expecting you, you're behind schedule.

Non, your transportation methods are behind schedule. The Officer looked at her for a moment, he ran out of words.

Well don't keep me waiting here, show me to the meeting room, this isn't my ship.

The group made their way towards the meeting room, the Officer had no idea why Marie was called to meet up with LeBlanc at this time nor was it made out to all of the High Command members, making Marie a bit more weary. The group arrived outside the meeting room. Wait here. Marie told the gaurds as she entered the room, she looked around but only really focused on the desk. Some papers, a wine bottle, a half filled glass of wine, a radio, and a blond woman sitting behind the desk.

Marechal. Marie spoke up, she didn't get a reply, she looked over at the wine bottle. You have good taste. Still no answer, fine, it was time to cut to the chase. So?

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