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Lekrad fidgeted nervously, staring at the barrier that had popped into existence around Haliwell Museum. It looked like the force shield that Wyatt could produce, but surely Lekrad, as head general, would have been notified if such a thing had been planned?
If he attacked the museum, and Wyatt was in there, he would be guilty of treason, but if he didn't attack, and an enemy was in there, he would be killed also.
Not much of a choice, he thought ruefully, so I'll just have to report it to Wyatt and hope for the best.
Lekrad quickly summoned a patrol of demons and ordered them to watch the house, then shimmered off to tell Wyatt.
In the sky, a storm began to gather.
* * *
Lekrad materialized in the waiting room outside Wyatt's office. There were about ten people waiting. Lekrad hoped he could skip the line.
"Mr. Lekrad," the secretary greeted him, "what is so important that you come here unannounced, and in person?"
"I can't tell you," he replied gruffly, "it's for his ears only."
"Ooh," she said, interested.
"Let's just keep this between you and me," he told her, "I don't want word getting out about this. Got it?"
She nodded, too frightened to speak. Something really big must be going on, something bad. She shivered, hoping it wouldn't affect her.
"Now," he said, I don't have time to wait.
"But sir," she protested, "you don't have an appointment, and Mr. Wyatt is a very busy man. You'll have to wait."
"This can't wait. I don't care how busy he is. I need to speak to him right now," he subtly threatened.
"Y-yes sir," she stammered, and paged the inner office. "Mr. Wyatt? Mr. Lekrad is here to speak with you. He says it can't wait."
"Send him in," came the gruff reply.
"Here goes nothing," Lekrad muttered, and walked through the door. The two demons parted to let him pass, and created a hole in the force field.
"So, tell me about this emergency of yours," Wyatt demanded, looking just a little but worried.
"Well, you see," Lekrad began nervously, "it's about Haliwell Museum. We were about to start a tour, when a force shield – just- appeared. I don't know how it happened and I didn't know what to do and-"
"What did this force shield look like?" Wyatt interrupted him, looking truly alarmed.
"It looked like yours, only brighter. And bigger. It looked," he shivered, "it looked good."
"What have you done to address the situation?" Wyatt asked, a bit angry that someone would have the power to do such a thing. Maybe- but no she'd been killed years ago. Hadn't she?
"I set up a patrol to watch the house and came straight here." Lekrad reported. "No one else knows about this."
"Good job," Wyatt praised him, "now leave. I will handle the situation from here on. Just wait for my orders."
"Yes sir," Lekrad replied, relieved that he wouldn't have to make any decisions. He always seemed to make the wrong ones. But this time he'd done well. Wyatt himself had said so. He smiled and left, leaving Wyatt to ponder the situation.
Who could have done such a thing? Hard as it was for him to admit it, this person could be more powerful than he was. He remembered a conversation he had had with his younger brother about a year ago.
"I will save you," Chris had said. What an idiot.
"You still don't understand," Wyatt had said, "it's not about good or evil. "It's about power.
"And whoever has the most power wins?" Chris had guessed.
Wyatt had smiled, "Yes."
So what happens, he wondered, when someone more powerful arrives? Do I just give up without a fight? The answer was easy. No.
Lekrad fidgeted nervously, staring at the barrier that had popped into existence around Haliwell Museum. It looked like the force shield that Wyatt could produce, but surely Lekrad, as head general, would have been notified if such a thing had been planned?
If he attacked the museum, and Wyatt was in there, he would be guilty of treason, but if he didn't attack, and an enemy was in there, he would be killed also.
Not much of a choice, he thought ruefully, so I'll just have to report it to Wyatt and hope for the best.
Lekrad quickly summoned a patrol of demons and ordered them to watch the house, then shimmered off to tell Wyatt.
In the sky, a storm began to gather.
* * *
Lekrad materialized in the waiting room outside Wyatt's office. There were about ten people waiting. Lekrad hoped he could skip the line.
"Mr. Lekrad," the secretary greeted him, "what is so important that you come here unannounced, and in person?"
"I can't tell you," he replied gruffly, "it's for his ears only."
"Ooh," she said, interested.
"Let's just keep this between you and me," he told her, "I don't want word getting out about this. Got it?"
She nodded, too frightened to speak. Something really big must be going on, something bad. She shivered, hoping it wouldn't affect her.
"Now," he said, I don't have time to wait.
"But sir," she protested, "you don't have an appointment, and Mr. Wyatt is a very busy man. You'll have to wait."
"This can't wait. I don't care how busy he is. I need to speak to him right now," he subtly threatened.
"Y-yes sir," she stammered, and paged the inner office. "Mr. Wyatt? Mr. Lekrad is here to speak with you. He says it can't wait."
"Send him in," came the gruff reply.
"Here goes nothing," Lekrad muttered, and walked through the door. The two demons parted to let him pass, and created a hole in the force field.
"So, tell me about this emergency of yours," Wyatt demanded, looking just a little but worried.
"Well, you see," Lekrad began nervously, "it's about Haliwell Museum. We were about to start a tour, when a force shield – just- appeared. I don't know how it happened and I didn't know what to do and-"
"What did this force shield look like?" Wyatt interrupted him, looking truly alarmed.
"It looked like yours, only brighter. And bigger. It looked," he shivered, "it looked good."
"What have you done to address the situation?" Wyatt asked, a bit angry that someone would have the power to do such a thing. Maybe- but no she'd been killed years ago. Hadn't she?
"I set up a patrol to watch the house and came straight here." Lekrad reported. "No one else knows about this."
"Good job," Wyatt praised him, "now leave. I will handle the situation from here on. Just wait for my orders."
"Yes sir," Lekrad replied, relieved that he wouldn't have to make any decisions. He always seemed to make the wrong ones. But this time he'd done well. Wyatt himself had said so. He smiled and left, leaving Wyatt to ponder the situation.
Who could have done such a thing? Hard as it was for him to admit it, this person could be more powerful than he was. He remembered a conversation he had had with his younger brother about a year ago.
"I will save you," Chris had said. What an idiot.
"You still don't understand," Wyatt had said, "it's not about good or evil. "It's about power.
"And whoever has the most power wins?" Chris had guessed.
Wyatt had smiled, "Yes."
So what happens, he wondered, when someone more powerful arrives? Do I just give up without a fight? The answer was easy. No.