He snickered down at her. He had some wicked little ideas for her but couldn't act on them with a guest in his mannor.
"That suit I have was something new for the world goverment. It's still innthe prototype stages but I can say it's doing well.......relativlely speaking." He swerved his drink in hand and drank up, "my parents would be proud........if they hadn't perished in their vacation in Peru." Yes........an accident
He stood up. "If you'll pardon me, i need fk attend to something quick." Oxnard went into the other room where a fish tank was being emptied and dried. Oxnard had this tanked empited for similar but different purposes then this Lord Pocketeer. Sure it was copycat like, but the difference was that these future pets of his would have more mobility and livelihood then they ever would in those mini steel coffins. Yes, this would be both entertaining and scientifically intriguing.
He walked back into the room and sat by the Sixth sense. "Sorry, just had to check on a private call. I need to show you something." Instantly, the fresca on the wall was revealed to be a giant screen. Being shown was a near perfect colorized screen of one of the Privateers bunkers.
"In case you're wondering," he points to his right eye, "Implants; interface state-of-the-art recording spyware. At the cost lf some some micro surgery."