"We've received word of another tainted Guardian in our ranks." Within her cloak, Aunor's pad dinged. Not a condemnation of anyone else." "You don't need to butter me up before a bad job, Ikora." Ikora sighed, then tapped her datapad. "Is that so?" "I mean that as a compliment to you. There aren't many I can trust with an assignment like this." Ikora gestured towards a seat. I thought I was being summoned for a 'matter of grave importance. Her irritation was softened slightly, when Ikora looked up from her writing with a smile. How the others could stand it, she had no idea. Even in a room without doors, well away from the dank Annex basement, she could still smell the Drifter's sulfuric odor. Aunor was in a sour mood when she transmatted into Ikora's personal library.
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