—Anonymous Zaron entered the study where Sarran technical apparatus was strategically placed behind bookcases in hidden rooms. Bron sat in a very large overstuffed chair covered in an exotic fabric in deep purple with tapestry seat cushions. Before him stood two glasses of Asta brandy bottled on their own estate and served in one of the three purple glasses etched with the crest of Castle Air. Holographic units and various data screens peppered the walls when the Warriors opened the bookshelves and cupboards; even here in their home the heavy weight of the governance of Sarran held sway.
“We don’t have much time to do what needs to be done, Dearest.”
::I’m aware of that. The BondStir had to be very strong to have manifested itself despite the psy-blocks. We cut the first line while I was still on board the Brightstar. What do we need to do to erase the rest so we can bond with our fem?:: Bron rose from his chair and handed Zaron his drink. “The device at the nape of your neck is just under your skin and can be removed by the pneumatic tool we used to implant it.”
