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New Boss, Just Like the Old Boss (9)

With hindsight, he should have been more careful. Too late now. Senior Leader Mason Warrek knelt with hands bound behind his back in the empty interior of a transport grav sled. He couldn't see out the windows but it was obvious he was being taken somewhere. An interrogation was sure to follow. He remembered his military training about that sort of thing, which favoured simply getting through a bad experience with as much misdirection he could manage in stressful conditions. Three Ascendancy heavies waited behind him. The expected beating had not happened so far, but Warrek expected physical coercion sooner or later. Finally the vehicle settled and a hatch slid open with pneumatic urgency. Warrek let out a heavy breath and prepared for his questioning to begin. An officer in senior Ascendancy uniform stepped inside. This was an important man, his manner, bearing, and symbology all spoke of authority. "Mason Warrek?" The man spoke quietly with a slight aristocratic accent, "I have