Southern Cross by Windstar

when one was a Guardian of course, but that was no reason to give Internal Affairs a heart attack
unless she had to.
"Weston, make it short, I'm out of here as soon as Theo has our transportation ready."
"No problem, Emie, I've got that info you wanted. It took a bit of digging, but you were right.
We have a few Tiri citizens who are currently living in New York. One of whom is our good
friend, Jenner."
Emily felt her eyebrow raise in surprise at that little bit of information.
"Jenner? How the hell did he manage to get permission to live in New York?"
"I don't know, Emie, but I've already asked that it be looked into. Someone probably thought,
rightly so, that no one would believe Jenner if he did spill anything. Still he must have fell
through a loophole somewhere to manage it, and I'll make certain we find out how. I'm
transmitting his address to you now. He should know what's going on, or at least heard rumors."
Emie nodded as she bent down and tugged off her boots. She'd change inside, but every second
might count and she was determined to leave the moment they could.
"I'll call you when we have something, Weston. How's the rest of the world doing?"
"Eh, hanging in there so far. Germany and France are going to stick with us. Britain is wavering,
but I think they'll stay despite whatever the U.S. does. I'm more worried about what message this
will send to the third world countries that we haven't sealed a treaty with. This pretty much
couldn't have come at a worse time, Emie. Father is tied down in Asia, dealing with the Chinese
and their continued charter of rights violations. It's a mess out there, and between you and me,
I'm glad I don't have to deal with them."
Theo had reemerged from the warehouse at the edge of the island and was waving up at them.
Changing her mind she grabbed the rest of her clothing and the pack, she could just as well
change down there as she could up here.
"I've got to go, Weston. Give Father my love, and take care."
"Good hunting, Emie. Try not to get us into a war with the Americans though, ok?"
"I'm so very close to just bombing Washington D.C. back into the Stone Age, Weston, so don't
even tempt me."
"Some days I'd say that would be doing the rest of us a favor, but do try to resist the urge. Bye,
Emie."
Emily was already moving as the screen went dark, hurrying back down towards the waterfront.
Her Marines had already changed and were carrying normal backpacks, looking quite the part of