“Officer
Brimley, for the last time, put that gun down. You are seriously trying my
patience,” Celatrix Verna ordered from the morgue doorway. “We don’t have time
for games. Mercury’s Elite are required to patrol. You are not to challenge
them every two minutes. Your task is to observe and, if necessary, to defend.
Not to attack.” The Celatrix exhaled her frustration.
“But,
Celatrix, it’s not what you think…” Brimley’s plea trailed off as she holstered
her weapon. She pointed at the kneeling soldier, “he…nevermind,” Brimley
huffed.
“Explain.”
“He refused to
listen,” she blurted, “I told him no one was to enter while you were examining
Kaiser Imler.” Celatrix Verna waited. Ensign Osborne smirked looking up
slightly from where he knelt in the foyer. “I ordered him back, but he ignored
me. I didn’t pull my gun until he tried to shove me. Well, actually…uh…I threw
him onto the ground and then pulled my gun.” Brimley stared beyond Osborne,
hoping the Celatrix would understand.
