Lafiel looked as the Ex Order Commodore approached the table and began to say his piece. She listened patient and calm as it was fair to hear his side of the story. As she listened she began to wonder for the fire in her heart had been born out of outrage upon his murder of Bretonian people and the injustice of such cruel actions against the people she dearly loved. Upon listening to his next words it was not till later that when Oliver explained to her the repercussions of what Christopher had said and why what happened next did.
"I relinquish my serves' of protection that I bestowed upon you, due to your assumption that I purposely 'murdered' pieces of scrap metal the only treason to the crown I did was destroy civilian and Government property in which case I was acting out of self defense" said Christopher. As these words left his lips Oliver instantly saw the threat that one of the deadliest weapons in this room stood a mere three inches away from the Countess. His hand had moved one fluid movement like lightning at inhuman speeds for even the eyes of everyone around had not followed his right hands movement until in his hand was the largest handgun Lafiel and many others had ever seen pointed directly at Christophers chest. Oliver had of course pulled from its holster his most favourite weapon it was his .722 Calibre custom made non standard issue pistol weighing 6 kilograms and of an overall length of 15.5 inches it had been designed on the very odd case that one might need to punch holes through ship hull though he had customised the overall plan to make it for general use.
Olivers voice was cold and his face emotionless, "In the interest of Countess Tarrants safety you will step back immediately and maintain a distance of 15 feet. Failure to do so will result in your immediate termination. Any sign of an attempt to retrieve a weapon will result in your immediate termination. I would do so already in the interests of the security of the kingdom of Bretonia knowing full well what you are. You pose a great internal threat to the realm but I stand by my charge as is my duty and leave your fate to be decided by that of the Commander Silsbury and her associate though I am greatly surprised by there lack of action already for sitting on ones laurels is not becoming of the Commander and the veterans of our police force so close to New Scotland Yard it truely reflects great incompetance. Now step back Dangen." Olivers blue eyes pierced that of Christophers never wavering always aware of were everyone was in the room and what they were doing his gun never straying from the mans heart as he bowed to the countess and nodded to Oliver retreating to his original place.
In Lafiel's mind as she thought over what the next best course of action was she realised she had already known what she must do as it was her duty as nobility of this realm to protect its people and all of that which belonged to them. She decided to get up and act upon this thought for Christopher must be taken in or removed from the realm. Lafiel almost jumped from surprised as she suddenly found herself sitting again as Olivers hand wrapped gently but firmly around her wrist returning her to her seat Lafiel with shock looked at Oliver who spoke short and sharp in a lowered tone so that only those close by could hear, "Sit Lafiel. enjoy yourself it is in your best interests that you stay seated for now young lady." Lafiel grimaced at him she decided to co operate till she could think of some way she could fulfill her duty and at least stop Christopher from being a threat to Bretonnia. Lafiel didn't respond to Oliver as he let go of her wrist and she returned to the tea and shephards pie.
In truth Oliver had pre-empted that the countess would make some sort of move he understood that she didn't quite know what sort of danger she was in she was always very innocent too innocent she could be hurt or abused so very easily. Her strong sense of what is right and doing the right thing would have most probably made her move to take some sort of drastic action to protect the realm or do what she could to protect all the lives within this room. Ever since that incident at the oxford crescent involving firearms, torture and a lot of blood that wasnt hers ended up on her she had become rather wary of firearms to the point she became hysterical and highly unpredictable. Knowing all this and a lot more Oliver had calculated many scenario's in his mind of what would happen and how best to resolve it without the countess falling to harm.
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