Within minutes of the ARGO touching down on Gallifrey, Prince Jason was storming through the halls of the Capitol. He was dressed in full Ambassadorial regalia and made straight for the office of Cardinal Wythe, finding the High Councilor behind his desk. As fate would have it, this was the first day the Cardinal had returned to his duties since his near fatal fall down the stairs.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Leaving me twisting in the wind like that?" Jason demanded as he entered the room.

Wythe looked at the Alterran in blank astonishment. "I beg your pardon?"

"In and out in no time, you said! I was there for almost two months," Jason exploded.

"Ambassador, I haven't the vaguest idea what you're talking about," the Cardinal replied.

"That simply mission to Eldeberon ended in apocalypse!" The Alterran's eyes were blazing with his outrage and he was making a visible effort to keep in control of himself. "You sent me. Did you send the Doctor as well? And then lie to my face about it?"

The Time Lord stared up at Jason in complete bewilderment. As far as he could tell, he had a raving lunatic in his office and pushed a small button that would call security. Within a few minutes, Captain Reinhardt of the Chancellory guard was at the door.

"You called, Cardinal?" he said, glancing over to the enraged prince.

"Yes. Ambassador Krystovan is leaving," Wythe stated flatly.

"Like hell I am," Jason spat back angrily. "I want answers from you."

The Captain groaned inwardly. He much preferred having to deal with the usual disorderly rabble than the elite. They usually had to be handled with kid gloves. He soon learned this was not the case with the prince, who struggled against his attempts to remove him from the room. This took several minutes to accomplish. Were it not for the fact that Jason was in a weakened condition because of the injuries he'd sustained only a few days earlier, the officer would have found it impossible to budge him. What he did find was the aristocrat had an unusual linguistic ability as he let loose a stream of obscenities in several languages.

Once they were out in the hall, Jason pulled angrily away and glared at Reinhardt. Several more guards had arrived by this time, all with their weapons drawn. It was all too obvious that the prince was not going to be allowed to simply leave the Capitol.

Jason took in the scene, analyzing his options and the ramifications of his actions were he to physically retaliate. Despite the fact that he seemed outnumbered, he knew he could overpower the guards if he were to transmute. He also knew that it would not be the best thing for an Imperial Ambassador to do.

The prince sighed heavily and held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I'll go quietly," he said in an annoyed tone. He thought he was going to end the worst ordeal of his life. He soon learned that he had merely set another in motion—and this ordeal might very well end with his own execution.



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