It was only yesterday that Admiral Frederik absolved the Wolverine from taking part in the collection of artifacts. She’d recalled Mado, but stated that Fin was still assigned to the ship…just in case they ran across something unusual. “The old bat. She never did like me.” The CIO sat at her desk, almost fully reclined in the chair, with her feet up on one corner and a glass of iced coffee in one hand.

She’d spent the morning investigating the Warehouse—assignments, inventory, staff, etc, looking for something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “It can’t be as simple as Frederik let on, can it? There has to be something more…” Cognac eyes scanned the screens in front of her looking for patterns or odd alliances, anything that would help her come to terms with the feeling of having a fast one pulled over on her.

—Fin, CIO