Southern Cross by Windstar

Emie glared at her friend at that, and grabbed her equipment pack. The three members of her
Honor Guard who would be accompanying her took up theirs as well.
"Knock that off, Theo. We'll get changed into something a bit more in keeping with walking
around New York. You just make certain that thing of yours will get us there without sinking in
the Hudson. I do Not want to swim in that river, you got me?"
"Whatever you want, First Guardian. I'll make certain we have a charade set up to screw with the
American satellite images."
"Just hurry, Theo, I don't know what Julie's gotten herself into now, but I'm sure she's in the
middle of whatever is going on."
Her evil glare, sadly, was wasted on Theo, as the older man had turned around and was heading
back the way they had come to give orders and prep the odd craft for departure.
"Great, this is just going to be loads of fun."
She peeked into the equipment pouch Theo had provided for them and shook her head once more
at the clothes he had provided. Showing up in her uniform was not what she had in mind when
she thought of subtle. Her Honor Guard members were already grumbling about what they had
been given.
Well at least he gave me jeans to wear. I would have had to kill him if he gave me a dress. What
else is in here? Ah, good, sneakers.
"First Guardian!"
Waving for the three Marines who were coming with her to keep changing, she turned towards
the Private who was hurrying her way.
"Yes, Private?"
"Imperial Prince Weston is on the com for you."
She'd been expecting his com, and Emily was starting to wonder what was taking her brother so
long.
"I'll take it out here, Private."
"Yes, Ma'am."
One of her Honor Guard members who was not going with her, Francine, had already set up a
full sized com screen for her. It was but the work of a few moments to access the com and raise
her brother's transmission, after going through security protocols; which were fairly pointless