Hey, there! Long time no see! So... I felt bad (again) for not giving you a chapter in a while, so... Here's one that I wasn't going to write until later, but figured it could fit now while O'm working on fitting the story around the transcript.

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The woman kneeled before her master and bowed her head in shame. "he—he… got away from us, Sir," she shuddered and flinched instinctively when he raised his hand, breathing a sigh of relief when he only ran it angrily through his short, silver hair.

"How is that possible?" His quiet voice echoed through the high-ceilinged, illustrious meeting room. Then he sighed, his anger dissipating slightly. "Did you at least get the child?"

"Yes, Sir," she responded, thin, black currant-tinted lips curling up into a broad grin.

He smiled as well, touching the side of her face, finger brushing the side of her eye patch. "Good, Madame. You have done very well. Very well, indeed.

"But," his face turned stern again, "you can do better. You will do better, won't you, Madame?"

A sly look passed through her eyes before becoming blank once more. "If I do," she said slowly, "I will be reinstated, correct?"

The man grimaced and gave a single nod. "Now, come. And bring the child. There is work we must do." He turned and swept past her, red robes billowing behind him.

Madame Kovarian stood and turned, leaving the hallway in the same sweeping way the man left, but the opposite direction. She pushed through the doors, seeming to float inches above the ground and approached Colonel Manton—now known as Colonel Runaway. "Get me the child," she ordered. He saluted and walked away.

When he returned, Madame Kovarian had almost lost her patience.

"What the hell took you so long?"

He blanched. "The child was… gi—giving us… difficulties, Madame."

"What kind of difficulties?"

"Just… Well… She's been… injuring the troops, Madame."

"How?"

"I'm not sure. They… have headaches, blood coming out of their ears. I think she's trying some sort of defensive mechanism, but we've got her sedated now," he added hurriedly, looking down at the sleeping baby.

"Good. You know what we need? Well, go do it! Bring the child to the President!"

"Yes, Madame Kovarian, of course." He hurried past her and she followed, poised, fixing her black leather jacket as she went.

When they reached the man in the antechamber, they bowed, presenting the unconscious child to him.

"Why is she not awake, Madame?"

The two straightened up from their bow. "Sir, she gave the troops difficulties. I can only imagine how difficult," at this, she glanced at Manton, "to sedate her enough to bring her all this way."

Colonel Manton nodded vigorously and handed the sleeping baby to the man. "Yes, Sir. It took almost ten men to restrain her."

"What kind of sedative did you give her?" The man's voice rose in anger with each word spoken.

"A-a normal one, Sir. For humans." Colonel Manton, once standing tall and at attention, began cowering under the man's withering gaze.

"Idiot," he shrieked, and Manton was no longer present.

Madame Kovarian gasped and covered her mouth to muffle the involuntary sound. The man turned to her, and she shrank back.

"You," he snarled, "You had better fix this!"

"Yes, Sir, of course. You know I can."

"That's why I exiled you, Madame. You had better live up to expectations or the consequences," he looked at the charred ground where Colonel Manton once had been, "will be extremely… unpleasant."

Madame Kovarian nodded, snatched the child from the man's arms and hurried off in a manner much unlike her usual composure.