Epilogue

The Council of Thirteen looked at each other, wondering if the plan had worked. Wondering if their future would be saved, and that Visser One and Three would finally get along. It had been about five hours since they had been forced into that room and drugged with the liquid from the black market, and by now it should have worked.
Garoff sent one of the council members along with a handful of guards to go into the room to see what had happened. It must▓ve worked. He even tested it on other Yeerks. Even though the results were rather┘ disturbing, it still worked. A hover camera followed the group along, Garoff watching eagerly.
As if in slow motion, the door opened. The guards waited. He waited. They watched as the door moved, and was finally all the way opened.
⌠WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!■ Crash A jar went flying, meant to hit Visser Three, but it hit one of the guards instead. The guard fell in a heap, and the council member looked up, confused, at the camera. It should have worked.
Visser Three at a loss for words shouted back: WELL! I DIDN▓T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING! YOU▓RE A SLIMEBALL NOT WORTH WALKING ON THE SAME FLOOR WITH!
⌠AAAARGH!■ AAAARGH!
They both screamed at each other, glaring down each other in the face before going their separate ways. All of the guards looked at each other, aghast. Everyone, except for maybe Visser One was confused as to what happened.
But everything sorted out for Garoff: Before Edriss left the hall, she turned around, looking at the camera, as if at him, even if she couldn▓t really see him-- and flicked him off before moving on. Garoff jumped back, shaking his head before turning the camera off. He shook his head, leaning back in his chair. How did she know?

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