Rose Miller was sitting in her office on the top floor of the major technology firm she worked for, Codex. Her office had floor to ceiling windows on the east side of the building, she often saw the sunrise as she was at work before the sun rose most mornings. Her walls were painted the Codex firm colors, burnt orange and a charcoal gray, accented by hardwood floors that had been stained to look like driftwood. Her furniture had a modern appearance to it with pristinely polished glass surfaces and sparse décor, just a few paintings of the ocean were hung around the office. 

It was a Tuesday which for most people would mean their workload was light; but, while the work for Codex was pretty lackluster on Tuesdays for the young executive, her work for the Guild was never done it seemed. She had been pouring over the dossiers of potential new recruits all morning, assigning members to recruit those she wanted or continuing surveillance on others she was not yet sure about. She was contemplating getting lunch when her laptop alerted her to a new e-mail from within the Guild.

The e-mail was titled: You Need to See This. Rose clicked on the link and a video clip played that mornings events in George Washington and Jefferson National Forest, Virginia. She watched the clip over and over again, focusing on the enhanced image she had been sent along with the link to the video.

[color=48D1CC]“Leighton,”[/color] Rose said through gritted teeth as she printed out the still frame. She pushed her Italian leather desk chair back away from the desk, locking her computer almost as an afterthought. 

She grabbed the warm print off her laser printer before marching down to the elevator, her heels clicking on the marbled floors. Impatiently she waited for the elevator to signal that she was on the 10th floor. Despite rarely coming down to the 10th floor Rose knew exactly where she was going. The office personnel she walked by greeted her and stood but didn’t seem at all surprised when the sharply dressed businesswoman didn’t acknowledge them.

She opened the office door without knocking and ignored the fact that people had been in a conversation before she entered. She slammed the printout onto the desk and hissed, [color=48D1CC]“Take care of it, I will handle [i]him[/i].”[/color]