Parle Aboard Med Force One

[Madvillain]

Buonocore's eyes locked onto Gutierrez as the latter entered, his gaze unwavering, studying the man who once stood by his side and now represented a new, more distant power. There was no immediate greeting, no words exchanged, only the unspoken weight of years gone by. The silence stretched for a moment, and in that time, he saw the man before him: not the eager young man he once mentored, but the hardened Elder, a man who had seen and felt the cost of leadership.

Finally, Buonocore broke the silence, his voice smooth but laced with meaning. "Elder Gutierrez," he said, his tone carrying a faint smile, though his words held no warmth, "the years have not aged you a bit. Here I see you again."

He paused, as if savoring the moment, rolling the silence on his tongue like the faint rrr that occasionally danced through his words, before looking over at Doc, who had asked if either of them would like a drink. Buonocore’s smile turned into a more mischievous, knowing grin.

“Ah, Doc,” Buonocore continued, turning to the Zoner, “I imagine Elder Gutierrez here might want to drink a cup of my sangre, but, unfortunately, that won’t do either of us any good.” His eyes flicked back to Gutierrez, narrowing slightly. “No, I think both of us stand to gain much more by keeping our claws sheathed for now. The Corsair Empire has its future ahead of it, if we can find a way to move past... el pasado.”

Buonocore’s gaze returned to Gutierrez, his eyes slowly traveling up and down, studying him with the precision of a man weighing every detail, every shift of posture. His tone softened, though it retained a sharp edge beneath the surface. “And what is it that you think we need most, mi viejo amigo?” Buonocore’s voice carried the rhythm of a man accustomed to commanding, his words smooth yet weighted with intent. “A mutual understanding? Or something more... decisivo?”

The faintest accent clung to his words, adding a note of irony to his charisma. He leaned back slightly, his grin remaining, though his dark eyes gleamed like a predator gauging the distance to its prey, daring Gutierrez to answer.

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