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[quote][b]Asmodeus (Jun 04, 2003 11:18 p.m.):[/b] Mode was in an excellent mood when he got to work. He even smiled at the secretary, who nodded back cautiously and glanced at the time display. He was two hours and seventeen minutes late and not even a little bit sorry. When he reached his desk he discovered that his electronic inbox was overflowing with security reports that needed to be dealt with, and he sat down and got to work. Lunchtime came and went. Owen invited him and he declined, explaining that he had work to catch up on. There were transfers, resignations and shipping invoices to process, all flagged by the monitors as worthy of the IA's attention. It was dull work for the most part, but Mode didn't mind dull. Today, he didn't mind anything. He was done with the transfers and into the shipping invoices when a misfiled transfer caught his eye. It had been labeled under a shipping invoice, as if it were cargo, but the cargo listed was a person. An ex-officer, in fact. [b][1]Q U I S T I N , R O B E R T[/1][/b] It listed the delivery location as a room number in the barracks that served the guests at the command post. He opened the proctor logs and verified that one Robert Quistin - formerly a captain in the IF - had checked into suite E9. There was no information logged about the duration of his stay or the party he would be visiting. There was no information at all on what the former captain intended to do while he was there, but Mode felt he could make an educated guess. He sat back slowly from the computer and stared at the screen. He'd sent the man away - permanently, he'd thought - and for more than six years they'd been left in peace. [i]You can't have that, Quistin. I don't know why you're here, but I'm not going to let you take that away.[/i] He sent a brief e-mail to Owen, explaining what he could and what he intended. He sent another to his wife's home account, including the link to the public proctor log and telling her that he loved her. She would get home before he did, and he didn't want her doing anything drastic before he'd had a chance to assess the situation himself. And then he left and went to see his father-in-law.[/quote]
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