tone.” Shatter smiled.
“In that case, it would be General Lera or no one would follow orders. The Peacekeepers do not give respect easily, and a captain who went by their familiar name would not be considered serious.”
Shatter frowned. “Captain Douglas it is, until we can get the promotion to general put through.”
Coma chuckled. “You are correct. You need to command respect, and you need to be approachable. I believe that can be combined with a call sign that harkens to your previous occupation. Didn’t you introduce yourself to the transport pilot as Frisk?”
“I did. It was my riot sign. After a crowd was subdued, I would be called in to remove anything sharp or deadly.”
Coma nodded her head. “Excellent. In true liaison fashion, you will wear two names. Captain Douglas and Frisk. Now, we need to address your clothing. Your regular uniform is not suitable.”
Lera frowned and nibbled at her food. “Why?”
“You are a Peacekeeper of Jennila, but if and when we get transferred to another world, you will come with us and deal with the local law enforcement there. You have to look the part, not to mention, you need far more body armour.”
Lera shrugged and had to admit that she had a point. “All the Peacekeepers on Jennila need more body armour. I am not the exception.”
Lance sighed, “But you will be facing situations that even the Peacekeepers won’t go near. You need the extra help and extra training.”
Shatter nodded. “They are correct. You are coming with us to natural disasters, you will help with evacuations and even stand beside us during incursions. You need as much protection as we can give you.”
“So, how and where will this magical protection arrive?” She drummed her fingers against the table next to her plate.
“Charm and his wife are coming here for a visit. He will help you with your armour and your wardrobe.” Coma smiled.
“My wardrobe? What is wrong with my clothing?”
Lance coughed and looked to Shatter.
Shatter looked out the window.
Coma sighed. “You don’t have anything appropriate to the amount of vid time you will be pulling when you are representing us in the cities and negotiating for cooperation.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What am I here for, precisely?”
Coma grimaced. “You are here to ensure the cooperation of local governments and administration. You are not only going to speak to the Peacekeepers for us, but also the mayors, governors and presidents of the countries we are entering to offer aid. It has been a bit of a trial for us to have to lose one of the Guardians to keep the governing body calm while we did what we had to. That will now fall to you.”
Lera groaned and put her head in her hands. “Why did I just get a sudden headache?”
Lance reached over and started to rub her shoulders with a slow massaging rhythm. “It will be fine, Lera. You will see. We will be there to coach you until you get the hang of it.”
“And after that?”
“After that, you will be on your own, on our behalf.” Shatter’s tone was helpful.
“Oh. I can’t wait.” She leaned into Lance’s hands as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
He tugged and turned her so that her back was fully facing him, and he went after the knots in her muscles with focus. “How is it you can even move?”
“I used to go to a massage therapist every few weeks, but I have been short on time. If I had gone on my last day off, you wouldn’t have even seen me.” She chuckled and groaned as he found a particularly stubborn knot.
When she squinted her eyes open, she saw Shatter watching her with an amused twist to his lips. Coma was busy eating her dessert.
“Why are you smiling, Shatter?”
“Oh, a few days ago, you didn’t want him near you, and now, he has covered a quarter of your body in a public space and you aren’t even trying to avoid him. I find the female mind fascinating.”
She scowled at Shatter. “Have you ever been in