"No. They won't. At least, I'm reasonably certain they won't." He struggles to remember his legal standing amongst his own people as of now. It was ... decent, wasn't it? Last time he left, he was getting on rather well with the Lord President, the CIA were at a bit of a nadir, he'd extracted his own House and things were going well, right? Right?
He opens the doors so they don't have to actually complete the cipher-intent breakin, and several guards come trooping in, stasar-pistols at the ready.
"Unauthorised capsule operator, you are hereby ordered, on directive of the Castellan, to--Oh. It's you, Doctor."
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Date: 2007-09-04 09:11 pm (UTC)He opens the doors so they don't have to actually complete the cipher-intent breakin, and several guards come trooping in, stasar-pistols at the ready.
"Unauthorised capsule operator, you are hereby ordered, on directive of the Castellan, to--Oh. It's you, Doctor."
Mass rather awkward lowering of weaponry.