The Mirrored Foe

[Zelot]

Miguel thought about what his Hermano was saying, and the tone in Juan's voice, he couldn't tell if it was fear or desperation, but he had never known his old friend to have either of those tones in his voice. Sephardi knew something must be very wrong.

"We can keep this secret enough." he said as he walked over to a terminal and began punching the keys. After about 3 minutes later, he looked up, "Done and done, simple enough to replace your codes in the file for mine, only those of us who keep a close watch will know anything odd has happened. I would assume a few know. I would expect Valentine, Montoya, and Yanez would have picked up on it quick enough, and Sky seems to know already, of course the rest of the Elders, and we know on that list there is not a single person we cannot trust to keep their mouths shut."

Miguel thought back to the Council meeting he had left just before coming to see what was going on here. The Brotherhood has walked out of the Council. The act weighted heavy on Miguel's mind, even with the return of one of his closest friends among the Brotherhood. The Council had become wracked with indecision, no one would vote, no one wanted to do more than talk about the problems facing their people. Miguel was tired of the talking, he was tired of taking a back seat to bickering and arguing. He was ready for action, he was ready to feel the hot rush of adrenaline, that came with a good fight. He was ready to feel like a Corsair again.

"Juan, Hermano, you really want to keep this a secret, I have just the way. We are going to head to a place no one would think to look for us. I will message those who should be with us. Enough men to man this beast of a ship, I figure eight of us should be enough. You and I, Montoya, Yanez, Valentine, Sky, Brother Banderas, and a new man we have, might be quite useful to us, and he knows how to keep his mouth shut, Marcus Vacarrio. With that crew we can get to a destination of secrecy, the others we will need can meet us there."

Miguel didn't wait for Juan's reply, as he walked over to the comms terminal, he typed in the list of names and a simple message "Cazadora, Now. Quick and quiet..not a word to anyone."

Miguel then went to the Nav control station and started punching in coordinates Juan was not familiar of, on the screen on word appeared, "Mindelo." Miguel looked back at his old friend. "Forget how this goes Juan? Get over to the engine control station, start the pre-flight checklist. The others will be here soon enough, might as well get started while we wait.

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