They made it back to the citadel with a few hours to spare. Obrad checked in at the office and left the guards to do the paperwork. He'd file an addendum later, mentioning Bane's issues. Though it seemed like a mean thing to do, there was no animosity behind it. If no one noted it, there was a chance he'd eventually get promoted to Executioner. If he was the one in charge, the one others relied on, a reaction like that could get him and the guards under him killed.
Obrad took the elevator to the second floor and stalked toward the Executioner block, ignoring the way other vampires shied away. They saw the long black coat, the silver medallion around his neck, and cringed back, leaving him a wide berth. In his human years such behavior would have stung, but now
Now I'm strong. Then I was weak, and lonely.