[quote=R. Sinclaire]The damage is far from done, but it may very well be the proverbial nail to Illugia’s ramshackled coffin. It took me eight long months to bury his lackluster career as BESC Representative, but it was time well-spent and effort well-placed. My call to arms against his preposterous mishandlings in office has rallied the CGB to my cause in restructuring our military dictatorship that play pretends democracy to keep the ‘peace.’ By getting rid of Illugia, I’ve also swooned key politicians in the ROC and BESC branches, who were too cowardly to oust the bastard themselves. Everything is set into motion. The coming weeks will be paramount to the overall success of my plan, which, rest assured, will be nothing short of grandiose. Welcome to my world.[/quote] ---- [b]Babylon. Capitol District. Congressional Hall[/b] ---- Robert Sinclaire exited the Congressional Hall from the back entrance. His Secondary Security Chief, [url=http://s.cghub.com/files/Image/818001-819000/818251/995_max.jpg]Haseji Machiko[/url], awaited his arrival around a sleek Vivaldi luxury transport module. “The prodigal son returns!” She smiled as wide as the blocky frames of her black sunglasses. “I don’t think you’re using that phrase correctly.” Sinclaire said, slightly offended. “Probably, sir. Apologies.” Sinclaire grinned as he approached her. At 5’7” with a slimming frame, she wasn’t physically intimidating like the others of her trade. In fact, in many public outings with Delegate Sinclaire, she was often mistaken for his personal secretary, or worse, girlfriend. However, compared to the other politicians who felt more secure hiring seven-foot, geno-fixed muscle men as bodyguards, Robert felt just as comfortable, if not more, having Haseji at his side. It was in Sinclaire’s style to hire someone like her; to stand out and be unorthodox. To make you underestimate what you can’t even begin to understand. Such follies often resulted in irreversible consequences. Just ask Illugia Faux. “Where’s Kruger?” Sinclaire asked, knowing what answer would follow. “Here, sir.” Sinclaire turned and saw flashes of light refraction coalesce around the 6 foot frame of [url=http://s.cghub.com/files/Image/690001-691000/690977/574_max.jpg]Kruger Valens[/url], Sinclaire’s Primary Security Chief. The light reflecting stealth systems died down to reveal a man in desert camo fatigues. A slim mechanical support frame latched onto his upper body like an external skeleton, reverberating in low hums as he articulated his arms and hands. “That’s pretty good.” Sinclaire nodded as he stared into the armored mask where Kruger’s blue eyes would be. “Were you with me the whole time? I couldn’t tell..” “Only when it mattered, sir. From your exit from the main room floor at the Hall, to Illugia spitting on the floor, seven inches from your foot. I was mainly circling the perimeter to make sure no demonstrators got through.” Where Haseji was employed for her unique appearance, Kruger Valens was recruited for his complex and often peculiar methods of security, which embodied all that was unorthodox. Together, the pair worked in tandem; Haseji in the public eye as Robert’s physical bodyguard, while Kruger remained discreet in the shadows, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. Their stellar dynamic has put Robert at ease for over four years now. It’s to the point where he considers them more than just subjects under his employ; something he has never experienced since hiring security teams back in his CEO days. It’s why he allows them to be so incredibly unprofessional, at least when they’re away from the public eye. “He left out when you took a leak in the restroom, sir.” Haseji joked. Robert suppressed his chuckle. He didn't in fact use the restroom at all since his time at the Congressional Hall, but he wouldn't put it past Kruger to take such a precaution, even if it was uncomfortably awkward to think about, let alone an invasion of the Delegate's privacy. It wouldn't be the first time its happened. “Hey princess, you take the Vivaldi for a wash like I asked you, or were you too busy painting your nails again?” Kruger shot back. “Oh don’t be so uptight. I had time for both.” Haseji said, nonchalantly. “Okay, children,” Sinclaire interrupted, motioning for the door handle. Just as he did, Haseji immediately grabbed it first and pulled the sliding door back for Sinclaire. “Watching Illugia Faux publically castrate himself has put me in high spirits.” Robert grinned as he entered the plush grey leather interior of the Vivaldi transport. “I think a celebration is in order.” Kruger entered at the front passenger seat across from the driver. “Rolling Dice, sir?” He called out from behind him. Haseji closed the Delegate’s door, then walked around and entered the vehicle from the opposite side and sat next to Sinclaire. “Let’s try and get there quick. I’ve got a meeting with the committee later on tonight.” “You got it.” Kruger peeled back the hood of his cloak and clicked a button on the side of his mask, collapsing it to reveal a thickly bearded face. “You heard the Delegate, Max, let’s get moving.” The driver nodded his head, both to Kruger and to Mr. Sinclaire. Max was an older gentleman, somewhere in his 50s, but he still had a spring in his step. Like Robert, Max was geno-fix free, and was as healthy as a prime adult for his age. “We’ll have to detour through the backroads, sir. There’s a high speed chase going on that rerouted all the traffic to the main highways.” “That bad huh?” Robert snapped his fingers, triggering the motion sensor of the ceiling holo projector to come to life. “Search news report: high speed chase in Babylon. Current time.” Robert said aloud, ordering the search engine of the projector to filter out the desired result. He made a swiping gesture with his hand until the projector illuminated a news reporter who was live on the scene...