Tony sighed. “I’ll push for the first one and reach out to my personal contacts in politics to see what more can be done. If that fails…the second option isn’t a bad one, Foxx. And it may be all we can use to help these people, even if you think it’s not enough. We can only work with the tools we have to make changes. Speaking of changes, I did receive some good news today that might interest you.”
“About?” Foxx sighed.
“I have it on good authority that the president will, within the week, be issuing an executive order that will overturn the previous rules put into place by the last president, which granted hospitals the right to deny paranormals medical care.”
His hands clenched in his lap. The news was… Foxx swallowed and slowly asked, “Are you sure?”
“I am. Even if the president didn’t, with the recent events and the mounting lawsuits, the courts wouldn’t be able to use the same bullshit reasons as they did before when they first declined to overturn the original executive order.”
“Someone will probably try to stop it.”
“It's likely, but the courts won’t be able to put it on ice, even if it is challenged. It’s too easy to prove that harm will be caused by doing so.”
People would protest…and likely, paranormals would face aggression and anger as they navigated the new change…but…it was progress. Good progress. “Thank you for telling me.”
Tony grunted. “Now…moving back to the subject of trials… I don't think you should testify.”
Foxx chuckled and smiled—both very much masking his real feelings. “You can’t stop me from testifying. In fact, I already submitted my request to the prosecutor assigned to my case.”
And it was his case, as being kidnapped by the fuckers had gotten his name on the local victim list—lucky him.
Tony grimaced. “Foxx…”
“I’m doing it, and that is final.”
What was with people trying to control him lately?! First, Harlow with the fucking tracking thing, and now, Tony… Though…Harlow, in general, often tried to tell him what to do… Not that he’d actually listened to any sort of order from the human, unless he bloody well wanted to.
“I’m going to testify too,” Harlow suddenly added.
“What?!” Tony barked.
Foxx’s eyes widened, and he looked back at the human. “You are?”
“I am,” Harlow said, his mouth twisting up into a smug smirk.
Ah…he definitely was not doing it for the same reasons as Foxx…
“For fuck’s sake, Harlow!” Tony cursed vehemently. “You are not testifying!”
“I am.”
“Don’t. Just don’t. Please, for the love of all, spare us and avoid being there in person to voice the shit you did! Because I can guarantee, the multiple people you tortured to death is a subject the other side will be trying to drag and drill home in their efforts to demonize our side.”
Harlow sniffed. “It’s not my problem that they were fucking weaklings. They should have talked if they were going to die that easily.”
Foxx snickered, before gasping as he remembered something. “The video! I still haven’t seen it!”
“Get out, both of you,” Tony snapped, sounding oddly…disgusted.
Foxx blinked and turned back around. Tony looked even more disgusted than he had sounded. “What did I do?” He pouted.
Harlow chuckled. “He’s just jealous that we get along so well.”
Foxx snorted. Yeah…doubtful.
“OUT, NOW!” Tony roared, pointing towards the door.
He huffed and stood up, leaving with Harlow.
