Chapter 4: At the Companion’s Headquarters
“Well,” Corithia asked her internal affairs team for the battalion as they came to her work station.
“Although the two of them should have attempted to talk the woman down, and arrest her, it was a righteous shooting. I am not filling any charges. The TMP isn’t going to prefer charges either and the unit leader does not want to prefer charges. It’s a clean shoot.”
“But you feel that they should have tried to talk the woman down before they killed her.” Corithia asked. “Why?”
“All we know is that she’s an agent from Ebio, we don’t know if there are more of her comrades on planet, or if she’s working alone. We don’t know her mission. We suspect that she is part of a team that works with a Captain Hozenbur, but we don’t know for sure, and we suspect she’s here to take down Lady Wilson. But we don’t know and her papers don’t say anything about her mission. She’s dead. A dead woman can‘t be asked questions as to why she did what she did. For all we know she’s a homicidal maniac.”
“Your recommendations,” Corithia asked.
“Chew them both out,” the IA team leader said, in the Companions, both lifemates were counseled at the same time as it was hard to determine where one personality started and the other ended. Just because L’eam pulled the trigger didn’t mean that F’rena hadn’t encouraged her lifemate to pull the trigger. “For being too fast on the gun, and then let them get back to work. This is the first time they’ve been in this type of trouble. Truthfully they did the right thing more or less.”
“Make it happen,” Corithia commanded.
“By your command,” The IA leader said and left.
Corithia looked at the pile of reports on her desk and mussed midnight no sooner. Mylea doesn’t know how lucky she is to have gotten out of this girl’s army, as she picked up the top report. I do more paperwork than police work. Her lifemate amusement distracted her for a bit, as he thought maybe their former commander did! Though she’s most likely doing more paper now than you are! She reluctantly agreed and let him know it would be midnight before he saw her. He left her with a picture him in bed keeping it warm for her.
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