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Date: 2008-11-16 06:28 pm (UTC)Aside from the occasional ludicrous attempts at obtaining larger cuts for herself, Adia Temujin didn't seem to be so far out of line as to be any kind of real threat, so Garnet went on to talk of the terrorists, the miniature rebellions- like the one occurring in Udile, he said, but far less serious (at least that was some sort of acknowledgment of what I had to deal with). The terrorists, the businesses, the people trying to uprise- sometimes, he said, he thought people were a mess that deserved everything they got.
"Of course they are," I said, willing to just go along with what he was saying right then- he seemed upset enough as it was. And of course, it wasn't that I really disagreed with him, merely that it was something of a tradition for the two of us to argue on nearly everything. It was expected.
But there we were- alone, and with no one to expect much of anything. I'd requested that the security cameras be turned off in my office for a while, so that nothing would be on record. That seemed like a reasonably innocent enough excuse for a senior officer, after all- there could be government secrets being unveiled in my room.
Which there were. But if I was being truly honest about it, that wasn't the only reason I wanted the two of us to be alone.
As soon as Garnet had finished talking about the state of affairs in Vipul, he started to go on about foreign ones, about the (admittedly very small, but apparently very annoying) number of Grid citizens sneaking into the country in the hopes of having better lives- he seemed very cynical about their chances of getting that in Nebula-, and about the foreign governments constantly seeking to regain control of their lands.
"Do you know the Divine Marduk has had to send out five body doubles in the last year just to keep those people from starting their own little revolutions?" he asked, venomously. "At the rate they're starting trouble, we're going to have a war on our hands eventually."
"With any luck, we don't already," I said lightly, leaning the back of my chair back against my desk and looking up at him.