CHAPTER TWELVE PART TWO A RESPECT AND PINOWNE

CHAPTER TWELVE PART TWO A RESPECT AND PINOWNE

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FROM CHAPTER TWELVE PART TWO

“Chief Analyzer, I am Lieutenant Lucheri.  Your stalkers will arrive as scheduled.  The first ten will be placed in protective holding pen zero seven.  Lord Dareen’s Alpha male prototype with the remaining fifteen stalkers will be placed in pen zero nine.  The Verifier pilot will land four standard hours later to be escorted by me to your chamber.”

 

“Excellent news, Lieutenant.  Do you anticipate any problems?”

 

“No, Chief Analyzer.  I look forward to working with you.  Do you have any questions for me?”

 

“None that I can think of now, Lieutenant.

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Lucheri smiled.  “Noted, Chief analyzer.  Once the verifier arrives, I will meet with you in your chamber.  Lieutenant Lucheri, End Of Line.”

 

With mixed feelings Teis stared at the black screen.  Part of him felt vindicated that his plan was underway yet cognizant of Lord Dareen’s scathing temper should he lose his prototype in pursuit of the mules.

 

Teis sat back in his chair and cupped his lower face with his right hand, rubbing it several times before realizing Pinowne stood just inside the far side of the chamber.

 

“Well, Chief Analyzer, where is my drink?”

 

Teis looked at his time piece.  “Damned short hour, ancient one.”  Teis wasn’t surprised Pinowne had entered the room sooner than he had anticipated.  Seeing his old War Lord was a means for him to escape the daily repetitive drudgery of his work that he despised with great passion.

 

Pinowne rubbed his gnarled hand across his jaw and feeling the rasp of a days-old beard, looked at Teis.  Well . . . ?”

 

“You know where I keep it and be careful not to spill mine.  Or should I come over and help you?  Yes, that’s what I’ll do, so neither drink is spilled,” Teis taunted.

 

“I think you underestimate my abilities, Anton.  Can I help it if your reflexes have diminished by doing nothing more than sitting on your ass all day,” Pinowne said with a grin.

 

“There is some truth in what you say, Herrea, but let us not waste time.  I can only keep you here so long before you must return to your tasks.”  Despite their respective positions within the complex, neither had the influence they once enjoyed, as both were subject to the whims of the Lords.

 

“I cannot agree more, Anton.  Sadly we cannot see each other as much as we would like, for your words only hold such importance and mine even less.  There is not the respect we once knew.”

 

“True, so let us not waste any more time on these thoughts.”

 

Drinks in hand both men toasted their resilience, their abilities to have survived so long.

 

“We were an unstoppable force, you and I, Anton.  Feared throughout the Matto Grosso, the Kingdom paying tribute to us for our courage and savagery.”  Pinowne smiled.  “Do you remember our battle of The Tall Grass?”

 

“How could I forget such a fortuitous event?  A thousand Alliance warriors we slaughtered that day, did we not?”

 

“And maybe more, Anton.  A glorious day was it not,” Pinowne said chuckling to himself.  “To us, Anton Teis, to us!  May our deeds last forever!”

 

After several minutes of reminiscing, it was Pinowne who changed the subject.  “Why have you really called me, Anton?”


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