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January 20, 5AG
“Shame.” Guard Two shook his head. “I grew up listening to Fox.”
Synta held her breath so a ‘me too’ wouldn’t make it out.
Guard One stared at his partner. “Yes,” he drew out. “It’s a shame about Fox and his son. But I believe you’re missing the point of the story.” He turned toward Synta and leaned in.
Her lips sucked in on themselves and she bit down hard. I bet he did, she thought.
Guard Two stiffened. “I didn’t miss it. There was an unauthorized birth and the mother was foolish enough to thumb her nose at the Council with that ridiculous name.” He let out a sigh. “But it’s still a shame about Fox is all.”
Guard One ignored him. “Who are these Andersons? Why do they go by two names? How are they connected to The Rebellion?”
Synta laughed right in his face. “Whoa, calm down. Does it even matter anymore?” She raised her hands, accentuating the manacles. “It seems you guys have learned your lesson so well.” She sneered.
Guard One balled his fists on the table. Through gritted teeth he turned his head toward Guard Two. “I want a full report on this Anderson family.”
Guard Two stared blankly into the space in front of him. His eyes flickered as he put the boss’s orders into his chip.
Synta huffed and shrugged her shoulders at Guard One. “You’re wasting your time. Now, do you wanna know what I’m doing at your precious launch pad, or what?”