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With a sick grin, the young girl looked up at Locke and Andrea. She slowly and cautiously shook the revolutionary's hand. She felt an instant ping of distrust for the woman standing in front of her. Locke seemed nice enough, pleasant, at least on the surface. Aeron thought she could feel a deep turmoil starting up within both sides. A battle of words- Aeron would definately win the battle. Locke seemed intelligent... but in no meaning of the word of genetic genius. Aeron then sneered, almost mocking Locke.

"Fair enough." She smirked, her eyes glaring directly at Locke. "I'll let you ask the first question."

Inside, she was almost laughing. Locke would never walk out of the building alive. If everything went as Aeron thought it would. Aeron would gain recognition, and what she desires most. She watched Locke insidiously, giving her a silent look.

Even if you do survive, Locke, the Dark Force will catch you and you WILL be punished. Just you wait.

She aimed that message hard at Locke's face. Diplomacy was only skin deep. What it boiled down to was manipulation and testing one's limits. But intelligence matters most of all.