Whom Do You Serve?

He was flanked by two corporate soldiers, a woman with short blue hair and a shaven-headed man in dark glasses. Paired slashers, boomerang-like throwing weapons, hung at the woman's waist, while the man's hand rested on the hilt of a vulcan in a hip holster. They weren't worried about concealment; it was a show of force, a reminder not to get cute. ................
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