[b]UN City: The Council Chamber[/b] Ginger was stopped in front of the imposing building by three guards, armed with Tesla Rifles and lightly armored. He wore the same combat skin and gauntlets that he had earlier, which provided a menacing figure for the Guards. Nevertheless, they spoke up. [Guard]: What is your business with the Council? [Ginger]: My business is my own concern. [Guard]: And not ours? You do not have a right to quarrel with us, so shoo, before we start shooting. [Ginger]: Does the ant have a quarrel with the boot? Intimidation won't work on me, and you are in no [i]place[/i] to threaten me Guard. He puts emphasis on the word place, subconsciously placing an idea in the Guard's mind. Surely the open Council Chamber would give them a good vantage point... And room for reinforcements. [Guard]: ... Follow me sir, but don't try anything. [Ginger]: Oh, I wouldn't dream of it... (Open to Bagel for narration, or anyone else who might be in there).