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Retired - Chapter Seven – Emperor’s Blade

... palace. Lizell stepped up next to me. “You have a member of the royal family named after you?” “Yes, they insisted. I told them it did not sound very royal.” She stopped me and turned me to face her. “You big oaf, you do not understand at all. You may be their bodyguard but every one of them would take a bullet for you. These people love you.” “I do know, Lizell. That is why I had to leave. I could not allow them to risk themselves for me. I protected them for fifty years, but the day Cleo was shot trying to save me, I put an end to it.” “You can tell me about it tonight,” she said softly, then she turned and led me after the others. “The next thing I knew all of my guards were down. They used some kind of neural disrupter to kill them all.” Lorelei was talking about the attack on her palace. “We had no choice, Lizell and I had to allow ourselves to be captured and hope Drake could save us. Though, he does owe me an antique star yacht.” “That was your yacht?”, I asked. “Yes, I spent a fortune having it restored. I was supposed to go on its re-maiden voyage next week.” “Sorry,” I said with a sheepish grin. “If I had known, I still would have done it.” “Trust me, I would rather have my life and be intact. That bitch kept telling us what she was going to let her men do. She was also threatening to film it all so she could watch it over and over.” “How long is her trial going to take?”, Lizell asked. “Once the evidence is reviewed by the judge, she will be interrogated under a ...

... truth beam, if the judge finds the evidence sufficient to warrant it. If she is guilty, she will be executed ten days after the trial.” “What about her personnel carrier? Was it captured?”, I asked. “No, it jumped out of system about fifteen seconds after we arrived,” Angel answered. “I have to know. How did you figure out there was trouble?” My question was paramount on my mind. Cleo looked up with surprise in her eyes. “I was in dad’s office with him when we got your text message. The message said, ‘Burning blanket’. We both knew that meant your cover was blown and you were in danger. Dad tried to send a reply but we got a satellite failure message. He ordered the launch of the carrier less than a minute later.” “My message made it through before the satellite was taken out? I will be damned.” “No, you are definitely blessed,” Asta said, with a chuckle. Lizell looked around the table. “He sent that message and a minute later, his living room turned into a bullet storm. I have never been so scared in my life.” “How badly was the ranch damaged?”, Robert asked. “It is a total loss. I had to activate the failsafe. “That reminds me, could you send a crew to activate the house and field droids? The animals feed supply is probably running low.” “I will have a team there in a few days. We will get it rebuilt for you. It would make a nice vacation home if you stay with us.” Cleo looked up from her plate. “Uncle Drake, are you thinking about coming back to active duty? Please, tell me ...