Still working on another post... But this one tide you over [hr] The sounds of clicking heels across the surface of polished durasteel flooring are heard hurriedly progressing through the corridor leading to the director?s offices. The speed with which the clicking occurs leads one to believe that the officer is in a certain amount of haste to complete his current task. Upon reaching the door to the reception area of the offices, the officer pauses long enough to straighten the tunic of his uniform and smooth out his hair. Steeling himself for the task at hand, he hardens his posture, takes a deep breath and enters the reception area. Turning hard on his heels and clicking them together smartly he addresses the woman seated there, ?Important dispatch for the Director.? Casually looking up from her vid-screen, the receptionist regards the man with little interest. ?Just a moment? I?ll see if the Director will see you.? She turns to the comm station beside her on the desktop, ?Director Suul, there is a messenger here to see you? What would you like me to do?? She awaits his response while ignoring the officer?s disgust at having been referred to as a mere messenger. ?If it?s from the council, just take it from him,? came the voice form the comm station. ?No sir, it looks to be from SecComm.? After a short pause, the voice comes back on, ?Very well, send him in.? The officer puffs himself up once again and walks to the office door. As he carefully opens the door, ?I certainly hope this is a better report than the last one you people thought was so urgent? I am a very busy man, Lieutenant.? Closing the door behind him, the Lieutenant turns back to face the Director with a most stoic face. ?Director Suul, I believe you will find what you have been anticipating in this dispatch, sir.? Handing the bear of a man the datapad, the officer seems quite confident with his delivery. ?Hmmm, and how old is this information?? Holding back the smirk that dwells in his mind, ?Not more than a few hours, sir. We received the info from a tracer that was placed in that sector? According to your instructions, sir.? The officer waits for a moment, pondering his next question, ?Sir?? If I may, how did you know to be watching that sector?? ?Simple deduction, Lieutenant? Even if the Kuati?s had nothing to do with the trouble in Chandrila, they are far too opportunistic to pass up a chance at stirring up the tempest a bit more for their own gain.? Mecklin continues to flit through the files contained on the datapad. Growing uneasy with the silence, the officer begins to fidget. Noticing that the officer has not left yet, Mecklin remembers that he has not dismissed him yet. Deciding to take the man down a peg, Mecklin turns around in his chair to face the window, never taking his eyes from the datapad, ?That will be all, Lieutenant. If I require anything else, it will come through the proper chains.? The air gone from his sails, the officer clicks his heels smartly together and makes a precision about face and exits the Director?s office. After a few minutes of going through the data thoroughly, Mecklin lets out a decidedly delicious sigh, ?It is always so rewarding when all of your hard work comes to fruition.? Just then, a shadow passes from the back wall of the office, ?Yes, but can we trust the Kuati filth to keep to the windy side of safety?? A dark and menacing voice speaks his distrust of this news. ?Please, my dear Lord Lusankya, the Kuati?s will never do anything to jeopardize their business, unless the gain to be received is greater than the risk. And you dear sister is a greater risk than anything I have ever come across.? Director Suul nods to his dark visitor. Nodding back, enough so the light barely catches his face, casting terrible shadows across his chiseled and angular features, ?You would do well to remember that yourself? Director.?