"So what do we do with him? We can't execute him, not without formal charges. Kaezon was not a popular man, you know, and we might just be creating a martyr."
'Execution' didn't sound good. The Insurgi believed him unconscious, but Nine, bolstered by the power of his blood, shunted the drugs aside long enough to open one eye of piercing teal. He saw nothing. Nine struggled against his bonds in the darkness, but he could barely move. All he could do was listen to the phoenixes dispassionately discuss his fate, their voices muffled by the sack over his head, and the plethora of tranquilizers coursing through his veins, thick and hot.
"A disappearance would work just as well. We can't find anything about this drac in the records. No parents, no dependents. No one would miss him."
"We could give him to ____. He's started asking for dracs for the new project."
"Look, we have to hurry up, he'll wake up any second and transform. Just tell me where to deliver him, I'll take care of it."