The Asian male in his 20s looked deeply into her eyes, placing the red book on the table, shortly after he entered the room and sat.
- Well then, we are so friendly right now? - he said, not blinking even once, still eyeing her. - However, I found the joke with the virus... rather amusing. After all, Commissair. Well, it wouldn't be funny for my wallet of couse - he added.
- The matter is that I would like to join the Coalition, both from my ancestral matters and belief, that only the Coalition shall rule the Sirius Sector. And only the Coalition is the capable force to hold the peace and order. These pesky Allies are fighting with each other like a dogs over the rotten carcass.
A while after a longer pause, he placed his well hidden gun on the table, smiling.
- I am suprised that your security missed this one, but... The metal-seekers never works for the non-metallic side arms. The only thing I would say now, about my gun, right here, is... the unarmed man is the dead man, is not that, Commissair?
He paused once again, looking away and closing his eyes. He hold his hand on the small gun.
- Do you remember the first rule of the Coalition from the far Ancient times, Comrade Commissair? - he asked rather gently, less tense than before. He patted the Little Red Book with his other hand, as if he wanted her to look at it.
