A storm to would-be death

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[He'd gotten the power back. He'd finally (though it was hard to tell if his efforts had actually done anything for it) coordinated everything and the power was back on.

And he was so tired. Ready to sleep. Sleep harder and longer than he had in years. Until this little anonymous (no, that wasn't true. He knew him, knew all his Spades. It was just the exhaustion talking, the exhaustion) had appeared to what?

What, exactly did this child thing he could do to the King of Spades?

Nothing.

Which is why his voice is a frozen rumble as be literally tosses the would-be assassin out of his room, stalking into the hallway after the body.]

That is not acceptable behavior.

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[The man was alive. Lucky to be alive.]

I am fine, Meghana.

[Except for the rip in his shirt that might speak of a wound he's pretending isn't there and the icy chill in his voice to match the weather outside.

How could they do this? how could they think this to be acceptable. Possible?]

Him?

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[She doesn't repeat. She doesn't care if it implies something. Worrying doesn't mean the whole castle will hear it.]

Excellent, my liege.

[She eyes the wound, looks at David, and knows he will go. Eventually.

Her mind whirs. The Face Cards had peace, they wouldn't upset the balance during a crisis like this. Someone in the high or mid tiers?]

The only reason I'm letting him breathe is the chance he'll talk.

[Stupid fucker. She shot the injured man a glare.]

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Whatever he says may be useful.

[He is tired. Very tired. Despite that, David pulls himself that little bit straighter before rubbing his eyes.]

Wait with him, and I'll call the guards.

[He turns again, sweeping back towards the phone line. Put him in a cell. Sleep, and work out who is at the bottom of this later. Calling doesn't take long, and the guards come quickly.]

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[The pin she hold him down isn't excruciating. It's not worth throwing her body in the position if the man isn't awake.

She attempts to study the man's face, trying to see if he belongs to the Spades or somewhere else. If it's the Spades, she will try to remember if she dug up information on him prior to this.

If not? She'll search for any id. She doubts it but if the fucker was stupid enough to attack in a middle of a crisis...]

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[He's a midling Spade, with a newly-broken nose and what David assumed was an inability to be stealthy.]

Thank you, Meghana.

[The guards gather up his limp body, if she releases him, and hauls him to a holding cell on David's orders.]

If you would be so kind as to call Chives, I would appreciate it.

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[Meghana sighs. Pity. A moron. But she's not the one who gets to terrorize him. She never gets that.

When she looks up to David, her lips press together.] Yes sir. Do you have any idea who he's in league with or we're doing this the hard way?

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We're doing it the hard way it seems.

[Frustrating as it was.]

First he'll need to wake up. If you can find anything on him, I would appreciate it.

[He tells her his name - a Six who had yet to make any real kind of mark on the Suit. Not much to be gained from David's usual sources, but perhaps Meghana would find something from her own ways.]

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Fun.

[She stands up when the guards take him from her, ready to fetch Chives as soon as she's done talking.

I'll do my best. [If he's an Outsider, she will find something though she doubts it. She would have seen it earlier. But if he's a Deckborn? Well, maybe he might be leaving fingerprints in places she needs to clean up.]

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[He was a Deck-born. From a young line, though. Who knew what he'd been thinking, at this point. There was too little to go on.]

Thank you, my dear. Fetch a med kit for me, please?

[An order formed into a question. David was strong, not stupid. Best to deal with the fairly minor wound before it became more.]

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[Damnit. Well, it wasn't exactly as if the Deckborn didn't chatter on forums or didn't use lines of commuication. Something might be found. Between her on the cyber realm and David's other... handlers, something should come out of the kid, soon.]

Of course.

[She bows, turning and moving swiftly down the hall on her heels.]

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[David watches her go for a moment, and then turns back to her office. By the time she gets back he'll already have righted most of the mess and be actively considering going out to work off some of his anger.

It's pure luck he'd not left earlier, damn the med kit.]