[h1][color=steelblue]Elias Winzer
Alexander Haliat[/color][/h1]
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Eli sat with his back leaning against his leather chair, glasses shining from the reflection of the large screen in front of him, displaying the whole of Arkos and its surrounding waters. Adelon’s vessels, seaworthy and airborne, were all being tracked, and so too were all the prisoners. Their now-discarded collars left the faintest micro-imprints on them, enough to be traceable for a good few years. Chips under the skin could be clawed out, but the imprints simply weren’t removable - unless a prisoner [i]wanted[/i] to tear out their own throat. The downside was that the imprints faded after some time so, the prisoners who’d been on Arkos for longer than two years were getting harder to track. A mass re-imprinting would have to be put into effect soon.

Or they could just switch to chips, spend some money on manufacturing, launch an operation to inject them into everyone on the island, and then worry about those who immediately remove and discard them and…

Yeah, no. None of that. They’re fine where they are now.

“Eli.”

Eli turned his head as Haliat walked into the observation center, mug of hot cocoa in his hand. It was actually a common sight around the ships, their interiors got kind of cold. “Didn’t bring any for me, you old shit?” Eli called out. Coming from anyone else, that would have earned a severe reprimand. But Haliat had long since accepted Eli’s bad along with his good.

“You can get some yourself.” Alexander replied, “Put an ounce of meat on your legs.”

Eli sneered, returning his gaze to the screen. Haliat continued, “All good?”

“Yeah, no one blew up.” Eli replied, pointing to the drop-off location, where the majority of new arrivals were still at. “Seven-thousand, three-hundred and forty-one total prisoners now.”

“Sale reports?”

“TYGAN called about more regenerators, healers, same drill.” Eli replied, “Just keep going through them like crazy. And our good friend Mr. Harvey wanted us to put out a note asking for volunteers for his televised tournament. Don’t think he understands that no one here really “volunteers” for anything.”

“We won’t do business with Harvey until he starts cracking down on his own security.” Haliat said after a sip of cocoa, “Too many of his contestants just escape back into the wild for us to round up again. He’s… just too sympathetic.”

“Amazing no one’s killed him yet.”

“I know.”

Haliat nodded and patted Eli’s shoulder. “Alright, notify me if and when anything happens.” He turned and exited the room, leaving his adjutant to his own devices. Eli simply went back to watching the map, noting all the little details in his head.

As he always did.