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Another one of his useless underlings left the room, leaving him to wonder on his competency, if he could truly trust that man to do the job right. But, alas, it mattered little now. A scuffle of crackling escapes him in an electronic sigh. His sight lenses refocus, giving better view of his peripherals to better take in the unit sitting in the corner, so regular now in his office it usually went unnoticed.
He inwardly smiled to himself, standing, balancing just slightly forward on the hinges where organic knuckles would be. Then he straightened, head high then turning in a slow, deliberate gesture toward the other inorganic in the room with him. “Bastion,” he called smoothly. His body turned, striding toward it, then rested a hand on one of its ledges, a high note starting as his metal fingers grazed over the surface.
He become rather fond of this pet, and not just for its unwavering loyalty. “Come,” he commanded, his voice more invitation that harsh. His expensive Italian shoes clicked on the hardwood of the office as he made for the door, which had been made wider to accommodate his pet. He didn’t look back, no doubt it would follow him. “I’m to make a public announcement in a few minutes,” here he turned. An organic man might have smirk, but he contented himself to raise his head slightly, extending the hand which had stroked it earlier, “and I’ll need you to ensure my safety.”
