VanHooklum’s disappearance was not abnormal and Tawny was well accustomed to managing the messes left behind. Official Ministry liaison to one of the largest corporations in the city was a great honor, if not a little suicidal. The days of federal authority had passed long since his time, and any semblance of true government was a little more than farce. A cruel lie mocking the once grand city’s past and protecting the maggots of it’s rotting carcass.
Now, all of a sudden, one of the cities central sponsored battalions was redressed, as surprising to themselves as any poor coordinator in the high tower. Tawny’s transmissions flew like ravens of old. Tales of loyalty and reverence to the cities past spun together into an excuse that never quite managed to explain itself. After all, it was VanHooklum’s battalion, they were only contracted to the guardian force by tax, and Tawny was stuck in the middle shitting bricks as we waited for that blip of red to let him know superiors were responding.
To an outside observer, a simple change of lapel hue ought not to be a source of political discourse, but Tawny was not outside observer, and he knew well the powers the authorities still wielded when threat to what little power held was felt. His first thoughts were of his cat and hermit crabs. Who would take care of them and to what pit of despair would they would be sent. No! No time for such ruminations. Now was a time where a man must act. The excess of sweat only accelerated his descent through the tubes and switched until tumbling neatly into the transportation bay. Corporations such as these had no shortage of private cruisers, now their means of subterfuge would be the vessel of escape for the authority from which they normally hid. The manufactured comfort of these b-class personal cruisers offered little solace to the nerve wracked father. Upon realizing that it’s destination was not of company buisness, Tawny was abruptly unloaded through the sky port of his refurbished brownstone with a cadence one could even interpret as rude. Tawny of course didn’t notice as he fumbled his way into the living room.
”Quite disheveled. No way for an officer of the honorable tower to present himself.”
Tubal was from a different time with just enough feline pomp and perspective to keep Tawny on his toes. The crabs just scuttled around. What do you expect from crustaceans?
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