Eli’s hurled chair struck Mac in the head, stunning him for a moment and throwing him off balance. Eli smashed into Mac’s chest and the pair went tumbling through the bar’s door knocking it off its hinges. The two were brawling in the street when Eli got a lucky grab and lifted Mac into a suplex.
There was a snapping noise as Mac’s body struck the hard ice outside.
Lurtor pulled Eli off Mac and began berating Mac while trying to hold Eli back.
Finally as Lurtor finished speaking and asked “Any other useful ideas?” and Eli replied that he didn’t have any ideas. Then they saw McIvinson looking at both of them in deep concern.
Administrator McIvinson said, "Eli…Lurtor your points are valid…but you have just ruined your case by physically attacking a member of VLAD leadership.
I agree with you, Mac’s solution to the Dragon threat is heartless, uncaring and completely unacceptable.
But you just physically attacked him, this will not end well for any of us…"
McIvinson walked over to Mac and used a nanite syringe to heal the injured spymaster.
Mac pushed Administrator McIvinson away, and rose to his feet.
He said, "You know its funny. Maybe if we had executed Olgog the Olgog back when he physically attacked a government official, Tla’loc’al would be unharmed and the continent wouldn’t be at threat from his clones.
And maybe my previous self wouldn’t be languishing in the Goru Prison for crimes against the colonies. I won’t allow VLAD agents, and mercs run rampant. And I will not stand for VLAD agents and mercs attacking their handlers.
I’m taking you into Custody, Mr. McGraw, maybe a few months in the Goru will keep you from…"
“No, you are not,” interrupted Administrator McIvinson, “Jemison Post may be housing all your scumbag VLAD agents, but we are not your slaves, Mac. And Eli McGraw is the listed holder of McGraw Harbor, the closest thing we have to a sister city out here in the Glacial Wastes. From my point of view, he is no different from the Elected Lord of a Colony back out east. So I am giving him diplomatic immunity AS the Administrator of Jemison Post.”
Mac snarled, “You don’t want to do this, Administrator.”
“You may have gotten permission to turn Jemison Post into a penal colony, BUT I am the law here. Gather your things and leave Mac. Leave now, before they put YOU in a stasis coffin next to the last McMurphy running VLAD,” said the Administrator, obviously holding his ground.
Mac activated a covert eye spy, and said, “Well We will see how long you remain Administrator when the Colony General reviews this attack on VLAD administration.” And then he disappeared.