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The silence pressed tightly against Jarvis. Evangeline had just torn apart the connection he had so morbidly clung to, if only for a moment. She had been lying, not that it was a surprise. Jarvis didn't really understand why he had been so honest these past few moments. He was getting sloppy. It was completely up in the air whether or not Michael was an ally or not. Jarvis had been basing it solely on the fact that he had been so familiar with Evangeline.

Disgusted with himself Jarvis folded his hands behind his back, partly to stem the drip of blood from his palm, and headed to the foyer. As he entered he glanced around at the private museum. The mechs and weapons on display might have been impressive to Jarvis years ago, but now they were merely another distraction. His footsteps echoed through the hall as he moved towards a small group of people talking near the entrance. As he drew closer their identities became clearer. One was Michael of course, his charm in full swing, a man in formal wear, and a...Federation soldier.

Jarvis clenched his jaw and furrowed his brows, immediately analyzing the situation. So these had been Michael's other guests. Jarvis put his hand to his hip to reach for his pistol but gripped air. Damn it, he thought. He must have left it in the bag with his other things. If he made it out of here he would have to remember to stop being so careless. Instead he swallowed his rage, if only for the moment, and casually made his way to the others.