"Evil you must stop this display. Just because you are second in command does not mean you may defy me every morning. I am still the Warlord and you shall do as I command," Marca warned. She mocked him quietly as the water ran over her body. Second in command, she thought, eyes rolling. Evil laughed slightly and Marca pulled back the curtain. Seeing her reflection in his helmet she dropped her eyes and claws in submission and defeat and he let the curtain fall back. She sighed quietly to herself, hating being put her in place. She stepped out and dried off and Marca opened the package and yards of white silk rolled out in front of her. As he pieced it here and there on Evil's body he was going over the mission with her silently in her mind.
".....Agba holds the key to the attack coordinates on their planet. Without them, we cannot defeat them and you know it. You and Agassiz are to relieve him of these using any means possible. Do not give yourselves away and do not kill him. I will when we meet in battle. When I say any means, I mean any. But I hope he leans for Agassiz." Marca suddenly faltered and they both stiffened as an awkward silence fell in and around them. It was almost an afterthought that he mentioned that. There was a longish pause and then he shifted his weight on his bent knees and finished piecing the silk together. He stood; "Just don't get caught." and with that, he opened the door and barked at Agassiz and Jarron. "Take her to the hanger. Your ship is ready." Rajnos stalked out of the room obviously angry.