"I sank a ship like this once." Slats and I were being marched down a metal hallway having to duck through doorways every once in a while, I'm sure they were some kind of ship construction, all I knew was they were annoying.
"Really how did you do that?"
"With a lot of fire." Slats laughed and the guard behind me hit me with the butt of his rifle to move us forward. I didn't think we were delaying but you know how dicks with authority are every little thing to show you who's in charge. Eventually we came into a large room with a bunch of maps and a man dressed like Oshujon stood in front of the maps.
"Sit them down please." There were a couple chairs with arm restraints bolted to the deck, our captors placed us roughly into them. Now it had been a while since I'd last seen Oshujon, but I could already tell from voice and body language this guy was not him.
"I'll be with you both in a moment, leading a war is very difficult you understand." His voice was of a higher class than the guttural way of speaking Oshujon in the past had used, he was also of a slighter build which could just mean maybe he spent time in prison like me!
"I don't think this guy is who he claims to be." I was talking to Slats who looked at me funny.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah its been a while but there are far too many differences here to be the same guy." Not Oshujon finished what he was doing and turned around he definately was not the Oshujon I remembered, no scar, lighter skin, different eyes, completely wrong guy.
"Are you Trezlan Lorentino?" He seemed almost excited to ask, and I had to admit it was nice to be wanted.
"You don't know old friend?" I could see the look on his face change with the realization that I knew he was not the real deal.
"Of course Trezlan of course, I've been looking for you!" It didn't surprise me he'd be looking for me, well it did, but I had to not look surprised fake Oshujon was looking for me. I was about to question why when Slat started laughing, a lot. Like uncomfortably so, I could tell his laughter unnerved the fake Oshujon, and I'll be honest it unnerved me as well.
"WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?!" The fake Oshujon was clearly furious.
"Because I've wasted my time and this amuses me." Slats voice had changed, and I knew the voice it had become. He snapped his fingers and the chair he was in was erased, his boyd also changed going from muscular and tatted transformed to thin and wearing a suit.
"Hanlon." I said in a hushed tone.
"At your service Mr. Lorentino." And then all kinds of issues just broke loose.
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