Rheinland versus Christian Naggar

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Templeman was using the highly expensive direct link communicator, talking directly to one of the partner's in their law firm, Van Horne preferred to stay out of the lime light of the court room, renown for his ability to plea bargain his way out of ever having to set foot inside the doors.

There was a little known other side to Van Horne, the fact that he used to be a Corsair ship captain, a dread pirate that had taken the money he'd made from pirating the Omegas and investing it in two fledgling lawyers the Bretonian Templeman and the Rhienlander Goethe.

That had been nearly twenty years ago, and with most tings, Templeman, Van Horne and Goethe had risen to become one of the best law firms in Sirius with offices on Manhattan, New London and New Berlin... and a fourth office, rumoured, to be open on Crete.

Van Horne was, as usual, his helpful if surly self. Promising to find the people on Christian's list and getting them to New Berlin as soon as possible.

That meant Templeman had to buy time.

He rubbed his temples as he sifted through various courtroom strategies. Considering the prosecutor, and how it was a difficult play.

The Prosecutor needed the defence to end quickly, he'd made his case, and won it. It was up to Templeman to pull that case down, a long hard slog up hill, on ice, in a hurricane.

He secretly wished the prosecutor had made him call every name on the Alster witness list. But, with Doreen's testimony at least, he had the chance to think what his next move would be.

"You have just had a baby," Templeman rose again from his chair, flipping through his notes. "Congratulations," he smiled.

"The Medical logs of Med.Force.One indicate that you were found in some distress, and requiring immediate medical attention. Can you explain to the court how you came to be in this situation... please remember your right not to incriminate yourself, but any information you can supply would be helpful..."

"I always knew you were soft," the prosecutor hissed, a predatory smile playing on his face, anticipating the cross-examination gleefully.

"Objection, your honour," Templeman said, a look of disgust on his face. "Prosecution should have a license to be that much of an As-."

The Judge banged her gavel, "finish that sentence and I'll find you in contempt Mister Templeman... and the prosecution is reminded that this is not a high school cafeteria, that kind of baiting is not tolerated here."

Templeman straightened up, his feather's ruffled but still on his game. "Ms. Naggar, can you tell us the events leading up to when you were brought aboard by Med.Force.One?

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