Parle Aboard Med Force One

[Exterminator]

Elder Cesar Gutierrez finally made his entrance to Med Force One some minutes later. In the airlock corridor, he moved with purpose, his every step took him closer to the long awaited confrontation with the man who had once been a mentor, now his predecessor. His jacket, emblazoned with the Brotherhood logo on his right arm, was a symbol of his current position, while the mark of the bull on his left arm proudly proclaimed his allegiance to the Corsair Empire. Though his stride was confident, there was an undercurrent of something deeper, something darker. A sense of unexplainable sorrow, mixed with a quiet, simmering anger.

As he approached the airlock doors, they slid open, revealing a much brighter, more pleasant hallway. The contrast was striking. The calming sound of music played softly in the background, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, momentarily easing his mind. It almost made him forget the weight of the difficult meeting awaiting him.

With a steady pace, Cesar headed toward the conference room marked as 7A. As he neared the entrance, the music grew louder, and the aroma of coffee stronger. Despite the seemingly tranquil surroundings, the significance of the upcoming conversation remained heavy on his shoulders.

The doors to the conference room slid open, and Cesar immediately saw Juanez Buonocore greeting Doc Holliday. In an instant, their eyes met, and the air between them changed. What had once been a friendship built on shared goals now felt heavy with years of silence and unspoken tension. The room grew still, the calmness replaced by a quiet charge. Doc Holliday, probably sensing the shift, stood motionless, preparing to what would come next in this tense encounter between the two Corsairs.

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