The marines, the police, Chevrolet’s sec squad all go on alert and turn their weapons toward the doors. This clears that part of the bar. Helen’s holo voice whispers “Demarist and his librarian!” with more then forty staff and liaisons. “We’re gonna need another table. Jerome another launch tank!”            Amanda looks worried.
     This place has hit capacity. Only Demarist and Stoat are allowed through. The reporters and public already inside get up close with the most dangerous man on the moon: a militant Librarian looking for a war. I think he wants to attack me. I’m aware as he approaches that he’s armed with an Urbanizer automatic pulse pistol and is armored up like a sec sub grunt. Now I’m sure he’s going to attack me! Chevrolet coordinates her sniper squad into the systems girders above us. He scowls at me with righteous indignation. Demarist is distracted by Helen’s holographic phone call image, he’s edging his way into her contact cone. How sweet.
     “Should I declare war on you Dvorak! It follows you everywhere!”
     “I go but to war… me war just finds…I war no cause…”
     “My god! You’re drunk!”
     “So where are you right now?” Demarist whispers to the laser beams. “You look great tonight.”
     “Demarist! Could you pay attention?” Rex is riled.
     “You can’t declare war on him! He’s not under investigation…the report it is filed!” Amanda attacks. It’s good to take a lawyer with you everywhere.
     “No it isn’t. I haven’t finished my report.” Demarist would know.
     “It’s that Paul’s been reinstated to a full budget, syscon one, and he gets his own librarian now.” Chevrolet says over his shoulder. “Or two..” I add. She continues: “And no librarian would ever declare war on another librarian. The military would never go for that. They’d say 'To hell with them! That would make bad history. Let them fight it out with books'.
      “I can declare war on whomever I want!”
      “No you can’t…” Demarist puts a stop to this. “You can only declare a war if I’m concerned that some data relevant to my report is about to be lost to predisposed violence. Well, the subject of my report is Paul Dvorak and if anything happens to him than the data is lost so I would expect you to be prepared to declare a war any time he might be attacked. And his dog too!” Space likes Demarist.
     “I think you need a drink Rex… what’ll you have… it’s on the house…”
     “I… um… Gravatorade.” Nobody wants a dehydrated librarian.
     “I want you both to attend my conference on Zoobums. Fully catered of course. Entertainment. Space Spa. Travel pay. Free accommodations. Gift Basket.” They would be there of course whether I invited them or not, I must respect any of Demarists warrants and subpoenas, professional courtesy among researchers is very important.
     “Will you be there?” Helen is asked by Demarists holo cone. She blows him a kiss.
     “Where is this to be? Here?” Stout’s tongue glows bright Space Gravatorade orange with ionizing electrolytes.
     “Yes this is my new home base, operational HQ. With enough military defensible from all sides.” I guess. With enough military anyplace should be. “The party starts as soon as I awaken from the outcome of this one! You should move into the hotel next door and we could have overlapping liaisons.” That sounds kinky.
     I suggest to Jerome to bring a keg tank of Gravatorade punch spiked just enough to not taste like it was spiked. Soon we all had bright orange tongues.