Treon Airport. "What we discussed today must stay confidential," Mark said slowly, looking at the young man as the Floating Fighter Jet's hatch opened.
He glanced back at He Ao, who had said nothing, and continued, "Some of it may involve Federation secrets. We told you because we trust you. If you tell anyone else, leak those secrets, and get caught by the Federal Bureau of Investigation, we won't admit we ever said any of it."
The young man's eyes widened. Still somewhat bewildered, he nodded. "I'll definitely keep it secret!"
"Good!" Mark patted his shoulder and smiled. "I could tell at a glance that you're a trustworthy young fellow."
With that, he led the young man off the Floating Fighter Jet, and He Ao followed.
Mark turned back to He Ao and asked somewhat cautiously, "Mr. Bode, where are we going next?"
"Back aboard the fighter. Head south," He Ao said quietly.
In Vikel's memories, the white-robed clerics had come to see him sometime after nine, while Teron's gates closed at ten. Starting from Vikel's villa, the only gate they could reach within an hour was the South Gate.
As it happened, the Forest Corridor lay to the south.
"Should we contact Teron's Municipal Government?" Mark asked quietly.
"No." He Ao shook his head. "Just notify them."
Mark turned to the young man. "We're taking off right away, heading south. Sorry for the trouble, but please let your superiors know."
"I can't make that decision," the young man said awkwardly.
"You don't need to decide anything. Just pass on the message." Mark shook his head with a smile. "For now, let's head to the fighter."
"All right." The young man hesitated, then nodded.
Outside Teron. Mechas and fighters descended from the sky and settled on the somewhat parched ground,