Madame Delfoart showed up to the offices in a hurry - unusual, for her. She walked into the conference room where Anne and Mary were going over finance reports in low voices. She slammed her hands on the table. It got their attention.

She cut right to the point. "Lord Travanix is dead. Romax Pol, too." She looked from one woman to the other. "Both of them cut down in the Marketplace. I think that Travanix' apprentice - Kytrina, was it? - is still alive."

She sat down heavily. "God only knows what this means in terms of the Corporation. Without support from Travanix' people, we could be in jeopardy as far as our supplies of non-Asian slaves. We also won't have the income from trading him the occasional Chinese girl or Gaijin prostitute."

She sighed, showing how disturbed she really was. "Our first concern should be the two who took them out. Jedi, by all reports - or is it Jedis for two of them? We should try and find out as soon as possible whether this was a personal attack on Travanix, or whether these are crusaders against slavery. If it's the latter, Club Babylon - and our Corporation - are likely to be the next targets."

She finished simply by asking, "So, ladies... what's our battle plan?"

::Hurried steps... a door abruptly opening .,... the loud smack of flesh upon the table... These were things that got Cadence's attention. She opened her own door and peered down the hallway, hearing the voices clearly through the still opened conference door that Kiki didn't shut in her haste::

::Cadence stepped out of her office and flew down part of the way slowly, hearing everything that Kiki had just said to them::

Madame Kiki wrote:
"God only knows what this means in terms of the Corporation. Without support from Travanix' people, we could be in jeopardy as far as our supplies of non-Asian slaves. We also won't have the income from trading him the occasional Chinese girl or Gaijin prostitute."

She sighed, showing how disturbed she really was. "Our first concern should be the two who took them out. Jedi, by all reports - or is it Jedis for two of them? We should try and find out as soon as possible whether this was a personal attack on Travanix, or whether these are crusaders against slavery. If it's the latter, Club Babylon - and our Corporation - are likely to be the next targets."

She finished simply by asking, "So, ladies... what's our battle plan?"


::Cadence knew who Travanix was. He was that cold guy in the Inn. He was in one of her visions showing his death. And as she thought about it carefully, she realized she'd had more then just one vision of him. He was the one who, in her vision, had walked up to the corp as if he owned it. She now interpreted that vision as some kind of influence he held on Bonnie Corp as if he had some kind of controlling interest. If he did or not, she didn't know, but the influence was similarly powerful. Perhaps he did have that much influence, or perhaps this was where things were headed according to her vision. That's what came to her mind::

::And he was more then likely the one in her other vision, the one who issued the order to take the children from Ravensheart Academy, too. She was almost completely sure of it now because the man in both of those visions was wearing the same thing as Travanix was in her vision of his death, and carried himself in the same manner. It had to have been him.::

::She hesitated a few feet from the doorway with eyes wide as saucers, remembering something Bob had told her... and started to quickly put two and two together. She didn't like where her thoughts were going, didn't want to hear any more. She quickly turned around and moved back to her office, shutting the door quietly behind her and moved back into her little domain. She needed to think::

Kiki cocked her head a moment, listening to something that no one else could hear.

"Hmm?" she said, and kept listening. Then she smiled grimly. "Ladies, I'm sorry I disturbed you. Those boys don't be dead... or more accurate, they got ways of getting around that. We be seeing them very soon. And then whatever enemies they got... they'll be the ones in trouble."

She nodded. "Best stay out of it. Huh, well now I know not to worry on their accounts. Men who don't stay dead don't got much to worry them." She slapped her palms together, symbolically dusting her hands of the matter. "And now I think we all got work to do." She looked around. "Where's Cadence? I wanted to talk to her before I left dimension on that little errand." Really, she had invented an excuse to speak to Cadence. Jacques had spotted her - his gaze went through walls - and reported that she looked troubled.

Kiki headed towards her office to see what was on their Spiritual Advisor's mind, and whether it meant bad juju for her upcoming trip. Kiki, the necromancer, knew that spirits and omens were denied at one's own peril.