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Date: 7/22/2001 6:31 PM Central Daylight Time
From: HOST PCG Kitsune


( OOC note: The scene in this post took place about a week and a half ago, despite me being too busy and too lazy to actually post it. ::Grins:: )

There's a tall, dull black building by the Spaceport. It looks both ominous and innocuous at the same time. An interesting study in conundroms. Interesting things happen behind those walls, shall we see?

It's a huge, plush office, almost opulent. There's enough rare paintings and sculptures along the walls to buy a small country. A lone desk sits before a massive "window"... but it can't be a window, this office is in the center of the tower!
A woman sits behind that desk. She has the look of a predator, a hunter. There's a gleam in her eyes as she looks out over the landscape... the kind of gleam that says what she doesn't already control, she soon will.

She was just about ready to kill someone with her own hands. She hadn't done that since her first husband, at the tender age of fifteen.
It was all about money, of course... it always was. Remote Testing Facility Three was badly damaged, most likely due to the bungling of the scientists involved in studying Pathfinder... regardless of what the report said. It was beginning to look like she'd have to find some way to "let" Anubis have it back. At the very least, he owed her for not just getting him stripped of it for leaving it on the bar in the Outback.

The second report was from the Chief of Security. He still hadn't found the people responsible for the bombing incident on Regula Three, nor had he made any progress on discovering the identity of this "Blackmantle" person who'd sent those death-threats. It was beginning to look like she'd have to replace her Chief of Security... three years of relative peace had made him soft.

The third report was an update from the surveilence team assigned to Subject Seventeen. It appeared that the Subject was spending a large amount of time with the family of the leader of an organization known as the "Truthseekers". There was considerable difficulty in gaining close access, but the Truthseeker Compound was under full observation. This was something else the woman behind the desk wasn't happy about. Too much time and effort had
been wasted on Subject Seventeen, and there still wasn't any sign of the final payoff. There had to be a way to get the creature into a Study Facility, and soon.

The fourth report was on the request by one Iris Kokouri for sponsorship of her racing team. Mr. Nekkenwande was very unimpressed by the woman's record and the research he'd done on the racing circut... but then, he didn't know why Iris had been told to apply for the sponsorship. It wasn't all about the advertising, of course... it was about gaining the trust and good graces of Ms. Kokouri... and by extension, her friends. She signed it off
with a note about opinions not being required on projects she herself had initiated.

The final report set her blood boiling. The company's local stock was down by nearly fifty points! Various smaller public holdings, including the new orphanage, were being vandalized and rumor was spreading about shareholders being threatened into selling low. Security didn't believe it had anything to do with the events on Regula, but couldn't rule out the involvement of "Blackmantle".

The Board was rumbling, and it was obvious that it was time to start taking matters into her own hands again. She pressed a button on her desk... "Jason..."
"Yes Ms. Stone?"
"Set up a full Board meeting, including all subsidiary planets."
"Right away ma'am."
"Also, get Ms. Sterenkov on the sub-space communicator."
"Yes ma'am."
"And Jason..."
"Yes ma'am?"
"Bring me some coffee, it's going to be a long night."