Twenty minutes after the meeting with Dasca, Dorma Fen arrived at the Conference Room for the meeting she called. On the long table were PaDDS for everyone, old-fashioned paper notepads and pens, water, snacks, and coffee. Six comm terminals had been connected, each dedicated to a specific office in the Tower and to needed off-site locals. The shades had been drawn and rhe wi dows set to opaque and secure, preventing outside surveillance.

Outside the room, it was eerily quiet. No one was present on the entire floor except for Fen… and four human males of distinctly Japanese heritage in suits outside the door, two on each side. They stood stoically against the wall, and each had a strange lump under their jackets; too large to be a phaser, too small to be a rifle. Each wore dark sunglasses and has a comm device in their ear.

As the rest of the Administration Staff arrived, the men said nothing. They simply held them at the door, looked at them directly for a few moments, and then opened the door and ushered them quickly inside.

Dorma Fen