t'Llhweiir sat in her office, reviewing the strike forces reports. Then,
she called for one more report as part of her preparation for her dinner
with Admiral Kitanya.
It would, indeed, be an interesting meeting.
(ooc: while the gm's away, i see no reason the pcs can't play. 8-) )
As ready as she could be, she allowed her thoughts to drift backto the
"interview" with Renaud. She was playing a dangerous game, but she had no
choice. Her existence here, and Matt's, depended upon it.
The one thing that bothered her was that, for a moment, she had truly
wanted to kill Renaud. She had allowed emotions she used to play the role
she had taken up to take over. If she had any doubts about her standing
policy of not allowing agents with a personal stake to become involved in
a mission, today settled them.
But she could not assign this mission to anyone else.
She wondered how Matt was holding out.
t'Llhweiir ends
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