Rubicon: Chapter III

[Omicron]

His arm was still resting on the rifle, surprisingly relaxed and not planning on using the gun to his advantage, at least not yet. The danger posing from someone of her calibre could be considerate but more than readyness to fight, Annika could read other symptoms: anger... and disdain after she mentioned that any of it could had been motivated by some corrupted sense of justice. She may have some contacts in the family, though until now no direct access to him. Governor's armored legs firmly on the ground and no telling how heavy he in fact could possibly be, made a possible meele attack a gamble at best. He could be fooling her in some underhanded gesture. Ussually he was not taking any chances unless he saw his own presence able to gain something of value.

"On such a large scale, justice does not function as a concept. If you may perhaps noted, traitors typically get sent to whatever gods they acknowledge. Their usefulness had long expired. Your name was high on the list to capture and interrogate. Make of that what you will."

Interrogation could've meant a lot, from something akin an 'innocent' in comparison debriefing to various experimental methods forsaking physical torture for more sophisticated psychological methods borderline with terror and deception in order to achieve information they want to know, rather than what they want to hear. What was meant to her, she may never know now. Nevertheless while he downplayed her, Annika's gambit made him realize what she actually wants. He was yet to be convinced whether she is up to the level she aspires to.

"If you came here to kill me, you are not doing a very good job. Stand down and end the charade."

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