Cafertol takes the bait. He spins his glaive around a few times and assumes a fighting crouch. For a man in power armour, there's an impressive fluidity and dexterity to his motions.
"Margoyles! I heard you died. If you had, it might have spared you the embarrassment of what's about to happen." His voice is slightly warped by his helmet's vox unit, but it's clear he's angry. Serana got under his skin.
As the two combatants draw closer, Wilhelm feels an itch at the back of his mind, hot and cold, peculiar and familiar at the same time. The psion from before is near...
Wilhelm suppresses his thoughts, controls his breathing and carefully considers every footstep. He repositions himself slightly, scanning the surrounding area for the psion. And then he finds her: casually leaning against a lamppost, eyeing the scene as if she only has a passing interest in it.
She's trained to High Council standards, certainly, but she's wearing the drab, functional uniform of an Enforcer. An expensive plasma pistol rests on her hip, but something about her manner suggests she rarely uses it.
Right now her attentions are focused on Serana, ready to reach out with her psi and crush the cyborg's psyche should the duel prove one-sided.
Pudge taps into the Embassy's network in record time. There's a Mercenary sub-protocol in place so that their forces can share it, and frankly that just made it all the easier for Pudge to crack it. The audio channels are already his and the cameras and locks will soon follow with a few choice worms and a little brute-force.
Most of the comm chatter is routine stuff about patrols, but the riflemen on the roof are calling in regarding the imminent duel at the main gate. They seem quite excited about the prospect of an Arbiter facing off against a military-grade cyborg: a few are even making bets on the outcome.
Then a new voice arrives on the line. Her comm ID is simply listed as "Reave", and all the other comm links go silent when she speaks. She's very soft-spoken. Raspy, almost whispering.
"Lord Councillor, I have eyes on the cyborg. Her signature is familiar. She may have been part of the group that tried to intrude on your earlier meeting. Rest assured that should she prove a threat I can take steps to eliminate her."
If Graves-Burton replies to Reave, Pudge doesn't hear it. Perhaps he's using a different, better encrypted channel.
