Their conversation with Lieutenant Fisher was short, sweet, and to the point. Hill and Charlie remained outside in the hallway, both having received their candy for doing this sudden test, while Rhys and Kellen spoke to him.
Lieutenant Fisher was surprised to hear the news, as Kellen was sure anyone would be, but he kept his composure.
"What do you need?" He asked, and Rhys chuckled. He’d taken a seat in one of the chairs in Lieutenant Fisher’s office. It was pressed against the wall, allowing space for Lieutenant Fisher’s wheelchair to move through. For a man who was so important, and had a disability that should be accommodated for, his office was too small.
Kellen didn’t say anything on that, and remained standing. He was sure Lieutenant Fisher knew what a slight that was, and didn’t need Kellen pointing it out. As the other Captains had already decided that Uncle Tom was going to be on his way out soon, Kellen didn’t have to worry. The office Uncle Tom occupied currently would be more than big enough for someone bound to a wheelchair.
"You are quick to catch on. I appreciate that." Rhys told him, his praise sincere. "We need you to make sure your people keep their mouths shut. This is one of the worst times for this kind of news to come out, and we need to keep him safe and protected for now. We will, of course, inform the Guiding authorities, as they are supposed to be informed and my dear Kellen would kill me if I kept this from them, but beyond that, no one else knows. Charlie came in thinking he was a C Class, he will leave with others thinking the same." Rhys’ voice left no room for discussion and Lieutenant Fisher nodded, before a slight smile touched his lips.
"I look forward to when this does break. It will reflect well when I take over for Captain Donaldson. As soon as I rise to power, we find something like this? I can’t wait to see the look on his face." He chuckled, before he froze. Both men turned to look at Kellen. He stood with his hands behind his back, at rest. Kellen could tell that the two men were tense, and Kellen shrugged.
"What?" He asked, confused. "If you are worried that I am upset that Uncle Tom is being usurped, I don’t really care. I’ve gotten over most things he’s said to me, and he is a friend of my parents. For how much longer, that is unknown, but I don’t really mind. If the person in power no longer suits the needs of the people, I am not the kind of person who would care if they changed." Kellen said calmly, and Rhys chuckled.
"Does that also apply to me, Kellen?" He asked and Kellen shrugged, but he felt his lips twitch slightly.
"That would depend. Are you going to abuse your power?" He asked and Rhys’ gaze flared for a moment, before he chuckled.
"If it was on one particular Guide, I might." He teased and Kellen felt his cheeks heat.
"Rhys Thatcher." Kellen warned, and Rhys’ gaze turned golden.
"That sounds so endearing coming from your lips." He told him sweetly, while Kellen could feel his cheeks heating. They were supposed to be having a serious conversation. He had thought that Rhys was just joking, but this was a lot farther than just some joke. Lieutenant Fisher cleared his throat.
"Don’t stop on my accord. You two can flirt where you want. I would just like to ask if it is okay for me to speak to our newest monster?" Kellen’s expression darkened.
"He isn’t a monster." Kellen warned, and Lieutenant Fisher’s expression softened.
"Of course. I misspoke. All Guides are soft beings, isn’t that what your Father advocates?" Kellen didn’t appreciate his sarcasm, but Rhys did. He laughed.
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