<i>Androids.</i>The voice in the back of her mind said simply, returning to her work, her heavy breasts sw.aying to and fro as she watched Ianthe make her way to the stairs.  As she got close, she felt more minds up stairs.  The first thing that hit her mind was a sense of fear.  It wasn't over her, but of the Zax that belonged to the Pirate Queen's order.  The primary reasoning seemed to be that, other than the androids that served as body guards , servitors, and sex slaves in some cases, they had no real standing army other than mercenaries.   There was one mind that stood out, his mind seemed to be focusing on something else.  Betrayal, not his, but he was wondering just who it was.  Apparently he didn't think this incident was either the Pirate Queen, or Syndicate's doing.  He seemed to just be deciding who in his organization had done it, and for whom.<br/><br/>Upstairs armed, plain men stood.  In their hands assault rifles were gripped, and as she approached their eyes ran over her a few times, before their bodies relaxed.  One knocked on the door.  "Miss Ianthe Quinn."  One yelled out, opening the door.  The room within was lavish, pillows and fine chairs, ornate statues of various artistic origin stood, a group of no more than 8 Grey were about the room, with a 9th sitting behind an ornate desk, his hands folded expectantly.  Unlike all the others, apparently these Grey didn't immediately put Ianthe in a state of undress, or being pounded by fat dick.  They were to afraid to.  Not of her either.  The only one who was calm was the one sitting at the desk.  He looked much like the others, other than his clothing, which was fine, a well made suit, human make, a black jacket with a white dress shirt underneath, his dark eyes stared at her expectantly as she entered.   "Well, what a pretty little problem solver you are.  I trust you had a pleasant flight?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>