Phoenix Flight HQ
Devon decided to head back to Ambrose's suite after much consideration. He really didn't want Han's visit to ruin their morning. Not to mention he needed to know if the Guide liked his pancakes.
When he was in front of the white door, he took in a short breath before knocking. Once. Then twice. He glanced left and right, noticing a couple of cameras at the top of the walls.
The moment he lowered his head was when a tiny voice spoke up from inside.
"Who's that?"
He frowned. "Orion, it's me."
"... Uncle Devon?"
Now his frown deepened. "Uncle? Buddy, where's Ambrose?" A pause. "Don't tell me he doesn't want to open the door. Listen, if he's in there let him know I'm sorry. I'll… find a way to handle—"
"Are you really Devon?"
He subconsciously glanced at the cameras again. Something was wrong.
"Yes, kiddo. I am."
