9. McQueen.
As he stopped in front of the Commodores office, she bumped into him. He turned and glared at her. Good god, what was her problem? And she was supposed to be here to help him? He almost snorted in disgust.
As soon as they entered, he took up a position at the back of the room. He didn't need to hear what they were going to discuss. he already knew it. But no matter how hard he had argued, he hadn't been able to change Ross' mind. The big high up's wanted it done - wanted to be seen to be responding. Damn them all, he thought, damn the lot of 'em. interfering busybody do gooders! What the hell gave them the right to think they knew what was best for him? Hadn't he shown them what he could do? Why did they bring this humiliation down upon him? And in the shape of this. this elf!
He stood there, in the room in body only, until he heard, "Oh yes, I've done structured play sessions before, many times, for the Community, but not for anyone else."
*Community? * he wondered.
And then came the question,
"What's an In Vitro?"
He almost exploded with rage. How dare the woman be so patronising as to pretend she didn't know! He calmed himself down and stepped forward.
"A Tank, ma'am." he said, a note of contempt in his voice. "Like me."
He saw the way she cringed when he spoke to her. *Good, * he thought, *I can be callous too! Think you're going to come here and get the Tanks to "play nice" do you. Well, we'll see about that! *
The next thing he knew, she was up, pushing past him, and out of the door. Ross just stared at him, eyebrows raised. He sighed, knowing what was coming.
"Well, what are you standing there for? After her! Go. Now!"
He turned and chased after her. She has no idea where she's going, he thought. She could be anywhere. And then he stopped, smiling. He knew with certainty where she'd be. and he wasn't intending to show up running, either!
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As he stopped in front of the Commodores office, she bumped into him. He turned and glared at her. Good god, what was her problem? And she was supposed to be here to help him? He almost snorted in disgust.
As soon as they entered, he took up a position at the back of the room. He didn't need to hear what they were going to discuss. he already knew it. But no matter how hard he had argued, he hadn't been able to change Ross' mind. The big high up's wanted it done - wanted to be seen to be responding. Damn them all, he thought, damn the lot of 'em. interfering busybody do gooders! What the hell gave them the right to think they knew what was best for him? Hadn't he shown them what he could do? Why did they bring this humiliation down upon him? And in the shape of this. this elf!
He stood there, in the room in body only, until he heard, "Oh yes, I've done structured play sessions before, many times, for the Community, but not for anyone else."
*Community? * he wondered.
And then came the question,
"What's an In Vitro?"
He almost exploded with rage. How dare the woman be so patronising as to pretend she didn't know! He calmed himself down and stepped forward.
"A Tank, ma'am." he said, a note of contempt in his voice. "Like me."
He saw the way she cringed when he spoke to her. *Good, * he thought, *I can be callous too! Think you're going to come here and get the Tanks to "play nice" do you. Well, we'll see about that! *
The next thing he knew, she was up, pushing past him, and out of the door. Ross just stared at him, eyebrows raised. He sighed, knowing what was coming.
"Well, what are you standing there for? After her! Go. Now!"
He turned and chased after her. She has no idea where she's going, he thought. She could be anywhere. And then he stopped, smiling. He knew with certainty where she'd be. and he wasn't intending to show up running, either!
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