Mr. Lawson sat at his desk reviewing the monthly investment reports. As his index finger scrolled down the datapad he smiled, Cerberus. Mr. Lawson understood his role in Human Society; he had the means and resources to act as a single agent for Mankind as a species. He played his role as a prized actor. He knew what was at stake. He also knew it'd be centuries of human individual sacrifice that cements Mankinds future. Mr. Lawson found small solace knowing of certain organizations that also carried this burden. Mr. Lawson, at times, would question whether this weight was worth carrying. However this burden only hurt when he saw his daughter in pain; not yet fully aware unable only for the moment to comprehend her own role and knowing that she did not understand what he was preparing her for.
*A soft knock on the door."
Mr. Lawson: come in.
Miranda: It's me Father.
Mr. Lawson always wanted to smile at his daughter, to be soft once. He secretly wanted to hold her, and tell her their were reasons why he treated her the way he did. however Mr. Lawson never smiled, and never told her he loved her. Even though he did in every thought.
Mr. Lawson: Why are you here.
Miranda: Who is Cerberus?
Mr. Lawsons heart sank, it was time then. She was going to carry the burden.
Mr. Lawson: Who? Cerberus?
Mr. Lawson could feel his daughters resolve before he could finish deflecting her question, he was proud.
*Mr. Lawsons daughter quickly revealed a pistol she had concealed beneath her jacket."
Miranda: I'm taking Oriana.
Mr. Lawson: Oh? Just like that?
Mr. Lawsons face lost all sense of curiousty.
Mr. Lawson:You walk out that door daughter, with your sister no less- MY daughter. And my security will... Handle you... do you understand Miranda?
Miranda: You won't treat her, and raise her the way you raised and treated me. She'll have a better life. My sister deserves that.
Mr. Lawson: Shes not your sister Miranda, not at all infact.
*Miranda hadn't the time to deciepher her fathers true meaning, she would handle it later. Quickly moving for the door, she quickly raised the gun in her Fathers direction, turned her head, and fired. She was never as impercise as she was then, but she loved her father"
Mr. Lawson, quickly took cover behind his desk, reached for his comm and signaled for security. Mr. Lawson Contemplated those last brief seconds together with his daughter. All the pieces were in play, and she was making her move within the avenues he wanted. She was everything he was too weak to be. He was sorry for the role he had made for her. Mr. Lawsons pension for meticulous detail and control gave way, and he could finally say what he had felt for so long...
Mr. Lawson: I love you so much Miranda.....