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Delon had been told to come up to 'talk' with Jane. He entered the... conference room. There were two glasses on the table, Jane holding one that seemed to contain water. The other, closer to him, heald a drink that was either strongly alcoholic or extremely toxic. The room itself was simple and plain.
"Have a seat." Jane said politely. Delon was fairly sure she had a thing for pointing with sharp objects, a simple fork this time. He did as told, cautiously. She was staring, presumably waiting for him to speak. When he didn't, she cleared her throat loudly.
"You wanted to talk?" Jane said sweetly.
"Actually , that was your idea." Delon replied sharply.
"Yes, well, you seem very unhappy." Jane said.
"I wonder why!?" Delon said with no small amount of sarcasm.
"Yes. So do I." Jane answered sweetly.
"What do you have against the kid?!" Delon all but shouted, still quite livid.
"He's a kid," she said it as though it should be obvious, "he can't help."
"Help?! Help with what?!" Delon shouted, unsure of his safety as well as the kid's.
"You seem to get along with him." Jane said, seeming to ignore his question.
"So?" He asked, a little put off by the sudden topic change.
"There is my leverage." She said, almost to herself.
"What?" Delon said, still not quite getting it.
"Do what I want and you can keep the kid. Don't, and the kid gets sent into space. Alone." She stated, with an incredible calmness.
"He would never survive that!" Delon exclaimed.
"That's rather the point." Jane said coldly, "So you will listen to what I tell you, and will not try any more to 'escape '. Understand?"
"Yes." Deleon said said with a barely concealed loathing for his 'caption'.
"Good, be on the bridge in three hours." Jane said, a small smirk on her face as she took a sip of water.