Upon leaving the room, with your cheeks still in an intense shade of red, you headed directly toward the elevators that gave access to the building's lobby and then, to the small spaceport. You entered the elevator but, as its door began to close, you saw a cascade of red hair flying into the small compartment.
"Oh, hi you!" she said with cheerful smile, straightening her disproportionately large t-shirt, that ended well below the waist.
"Una Fer" you thought. A petit lady, part of the Information Procurement Bureau, she was often seen around your department, likely delivering fresh intelligence to our field agents. In spite of her well-taken-care-of feet, which you had had the opportunity to observe during one of the few parties of the RIS in the sandy coast of Naboo, her somewhat strange and childish behaviour prevented you from give her much attention. Also, you had heard some rumours about her dating a Counter-Intelligence's "muffler" ( an agent whose duty was to make sure no leaked information would find its way to the media, sometimes with the use of ad hoc solutions like censuring all information companies until the story died out, or filtrating transmissions at planetary relaying nods ).
While you meditated about this, and Una continued to straighten her clothes and hair, a robotic voice resonated inside the elevator: "39th Floor: Censure & Propaganda". The doors opened a few more employees of the RIS entered in the metallic compartment. This continued on and on until finally the voice said "Ground floor: Entrance; Main lobby; Internal access to the Spaceport". You then exited, and ran toward the hangar, almost bashing a short Twi'lek in the process.
When you at last reached it, you had to stop abruptly to locate your fighter among the sea of V-Wings ( for some reason, the RIS really liked these kind of small, swift fighters ). Eventually, you found the blueish freighter you usually took for undercover missions, running madly to it before jumping in a pointless hurry. You left the on-vessel computer trace an Hyperspace lane to Dantooine and verified that you had all that you needed for the trip. Some 7 minutes later, the freighter rose toward the skies of Coruscant, leaving the RIS's spaceport behind, before entering Hyperspace, with a multicolour vortex forming around the ship's windows as it did so.
Twenty-one hours and two naps later
You woke up suddenly, with your Infopad on your lap and a small line of saliva pending from the corner of your mouth. Handler's "important information" turned out to be a twelve pages detailed report of the events previous to the precise day. As your eyes opened you still remembered some topics such as Waji's presumed whereabouts and routines.
However, you did not have much time to think about that, for an acute beep resonated through the ship, signalling an incoming message. You hurried to answer and...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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