"Gone."
"What do you mean gone?"
"Its no longer there sir." I was becoming increasingly angry. The Rondyne had told me my son was o their flag ship, but the flag ship was missing. Not destroyed, not vaporized, just not there. I was literally burning up with anger, the flames building in my hands as fear for my son.
"Are things ok?" I could hear the smug in Sinclair's voice.
"No they are not alright, my boy is missing, his whole ship is missing, and if you all want to keep your damned lives you better find out where he went right now, otherwise." I expanded a ring of flame around me to show I wasn't messing around, "You'll join him in the gods damned afterlife." That got their asses moving, Sinclair was not impressed, but I was far beyond caring. Yes I'd basically stolen his fleet to do my bidding, but you know what, screw them! My son was missing and I had to find out where he'd gone.
It took them a few hours, but they eventually found gods damned nothing. It was even more infuriating than before. Unfortunately for me they managed to trick me into a shuttle before I discovered they had nothing and they had ejected me into space. I guess I should consider it lucky they didn't kill me, but I wasn't thinking that when they ejected me into space! I admit I may have inadverdently destroyed some things in my rage. Things I probably should not have destroyed that made traversing space difficult.
Still I could have been destroyed, yay for small favors.
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