April 16
Annie-Love brooded behind her desk in the Tower. Beyond the glass walls of her office, the Division was a hive of activity that morning, a contrast to the still quiet that reigned where she sat. She spun the House DeMuer signet ring Alain had given her that morning around and around on her index finger, three times clockwise, three times counter-clockwise, three times clockwise; if there was some charm attached to the heavy gold piece, she was surely winding it up to a pitch. Her thoughts circled with it.
?If they?ve decided to flee, even with just Indra on the loose, we could all be in serious trouble.?
?Why??
"If they stay in RhyDin we've got a good idea of where they are. If they don't, someone else could find them first, far away from her usual network of security and support, and capture her or take her out."
"I'll see what I can find out. I haven't been invited by, you understand."
"I can give you Sir Malcolm, Sir Clovis, and a Division field team. Naturally my knights are not to know of your true role in my organization, so you will claim to be my representative. They can be your eyes and ears."
"You don't think they'll notice, if they suddenly have extra shadows?"
"They know what happens when any of us get too close. I'd prefer not to, but if they're hiding we should try to find out where they are. And as much as it pains me to say it, intercede on their behalf if they're discovered by Indra."
?I'll put some people on them, at a distance, if they're still around. And if they've left, we'll try to figure out where they've gone. You do know they might not be on RhyDin anymore."
?That?s what I?m afraid of.?
She was brought back to the present by a knock on her door. Behind her, the previously blank wall was covered in photographs and scrawled notes, lines connecting events or sightings. It was a jumble of research analysis, and she was close ? she knew she was close ? to figuring out something important that was eluding her at present. Some motivation, some driver. It was almost there. Her elusive thoughts framed her where she sat.
On the other side of the glass, a surveillance team leader she remembered as Hugh-something waited for her to answer the knock. She crooked two fingers and he came in.
?Bailey sent me over and said we have an assignment? And I?m supposed to tell you that the knights you asked for will meet us at the S.P.I. offices at one, ? he hesitated. ?What?s going on??
?All at the same time,? she shook her head. ?If your team?s ready, meet me downstairs in fifteen and we can ride over together. DeMuer wants us to handle something for him.?
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(Flashback conversation extracted from live play between A.L. Harper and Alain DeMuer, with thanks)
Annie-Love brooded behind her desk in the Tower. Beyond the glass walls of her office, the Division was a hive of activity that morning, a contrast to the still quiet that reigned where she sat. She spun the House DeMuer signet ring Alain had given her that morning around and around on her index finger, three times clockwise, three times counter-clockwise, three times clockwise; if there was some charm attached to the heavy gold piece, she was surely winding it up to a pitch. Her thoughts circled with it.
?If they?ve decided to flee, even with just Indra on the loose, we could all be in serious trouble.?
?Why??
"If they stay in RhyDin we've got a good idea of where they are. If they don't, someone else could find them first, far away from her usual network of security and support, and capture her or take her out."
"I'll see what I can find out. I haven't been invited by, you understand."
"I can give you Sir Malcolm, Sir Clovis, and a Division field team. Naturally my knights are not to know of your true role in my organization, so you will claim to be my representative. They can be your eyes and ears."
"You don't think they'll notice, if they suddenly have extra shadows?"
"They know what happens when any of us get too close. I'd prefer not to, but if they're hiding we should try to find out where they are. And as much as it pains me to say it, intercede on their behalf if they're discovered by Indra."
?I'll put some people on them, at a distance, if they're still around. And if they've left, we'll try to figure out where they've gone. You do know they might not be on RhyDin anymore."
?That?s what I?m afraid of.?
She was brought back to the present by a knock on her door. Behind her, the previously blank wall was covered in photographs and scrawled notes, lines connecting events or sightings. It was a jumble of research analysis, and she was close ? she knew she was close ? to figuring out something important that was eluding her at present. Some motivation, some driver. It was almost there. Her elusive thoughts framed her where she sat.
On the other side of the glass, a surveillance team leader she remembered as Hugh-something waited for her to answer the knock. She crooked two fingers and he came in.
?Bailey sent me over and said we have an assignment? And I?m supposed to tell you that the knights you asked for will meet us at the S.P.I. offices at one, ? he hesitated. ?What?s going on??
?All at the same time,? she shook her head. ?If your team?s ready, meet me downstairs in fifteen and we can ride over together. DeMuer wants us to handle something for him.?
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(Flashback conversation extracted from live play between A.L. Harper and Alain DeMuer, with thanks)