Aoife sped up her chopper in frustration. [i]It can't be true![/i] She argued with herself. [i]All the research! All the information! All the data! All the knowledge! Not again![/i] She twisted the clutch and up-shifted yet again, the Yamaha Virago growling fiercely beneath her. [i]Those God Damn penny counting bureaucrats! What did they know about real knowledge? True mystery and the rush to follow the thread to unravel it?!? Nothing! Power! They thought they had power! Ha! If they new the things she'd uncovered they'd shrivel up and deflate like a loose balloon.[/i]

	Traffic was nonexistent to where she was heading. No one knew where she was heading. Because to everybody, where she was heading didn't exist. Oh, but it did! And it was marvelous. Magnificent! And they wanted to destroy it. Destroy it! [i]No, it can't be true![/i] She chastised herself again. [i]I'll talk with Dr Pierce and he'll sort this misunderstanding out. Because that's what this is. A huge misunderstanding.[/i] She'd finally found a place where she belonged. Where she wasn't a wack job scientist or pseudo-scientist. There she was understood. She wasn't ridiculed for her outlandish theories, because they were supported by the information contained within the facility. She couldn't allow it to be destroyed. She wouldn't! She up-shifted to the final gear and the chopper roared with raw power. She all but flew the last few kilometers to the secret location of the Minerva Archive facilities. The bike broke it's momentum in an angry ark, finally quieting down as it's rider turned off the motor and kicked the stand down, dismounting.

	Aoife removed her helmet and rushed towards the building. She suffered through all the security checks and scans and finally inside the belly of the beast she sprinted through the corridors of the Archive like a mad woman. Corridor after corridor she searched for her quarry. Finally she spotted the man she was looking for and rushed him from behind.

	"Dr Pierce... Dr Pierce!" She shouted, grabbing the older man by the shoulder and twisted him towards her. "Tell me it's not true!" She demanded. "Tell me it's just a silly threat from a pencil pusher somewhere." She looked desperate now. "Tell me they are not closing the Minerva Archive down." She whispered almost out of breath and fuel.