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High Law and Low Justice, Part 5


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"Nothing else to see on this ball of mud, now is there?" Gwydion smiles.

"You heading back to the spaceport?" He leans a bit closer whispering conspirationally. "I could use a good juicy steak instead of this vegetable crap they serve here"
 


"Nope, just a day trip. Let's get out of here." Gwydion says.

Coincidence? I think not. Let's just see where this leads me.....

Gwydion smiles and will continue small talk, but keeps alert for any suspicious movement.
 

The walk through the streets to the air-bus stop is uneventful, chiefly focusing on small talk about the Expo and the weather. You notice that she is walking fairly stiffly and oddly, but put that down to a long day walking in heels on what ammounts to a field.
 


"I'm fine, it's just been a long day. It'll be okay when we can sit down," she grasps you arm for support and gives it a tight little squeeze. Unfortunatly she chooses the same spot where you caught a blow during the fight and shooting pains run up the nerve from the developing bruise.

As you wait at the temporary airbus terminal you see it gradually get busier, apparently a few people have chosen to cut short their visit given the disturbance. You also note the security prescence be stepped up, as more than one pair of tight-lipped guards sweep the area.
 


The two of you idlely chit-chat for about ten minutes or so. As you do the terminal gets busier around you. There is a group of about forty or fifty awaiting the next airbus back to space port, and you get the impression that the patrolling security forces are taking a keen interest in this party, or on someone within it. Nothing overt, but there does seem to be subtle clustering of patrols around you. Like sharks or vultures. However, nothing happens as the bus pulls in and it doesn't look like they are stopping anyone from boarding.
 

Gwydion just keeps chatting, flirting harmlessly and telling outrageous stories of his life as a scout, hoping to get a few laughs out of his companion, thinking the guards might be looking for a single person instead of a couple.

".... so there I stood, naked as the day I was born, in a closet, waiting for the gouvernor to leave the bedroom of his beautifull daughter, hoping he didn't notice my shirt tucked away under the bed."
 

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