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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Smith's Rest, New Anchorage | HQ[/b]
March 27th, 2677[/color][hr][/right]

Finding Mister Kalfox wasn’t difficult in the end. [i]“The Office of Financial Administration”[/i] might not have been large, but there were enough big words that following the signs was easy. Easier than was finding the Financial Administrator himself. Or his office, anyway. 

Vera was stood outside the door, fidgeting, twiddling her thumbs, rocking on her heels, finding any way to avoid knocking. Only now was it occurring to her how ridiculous this all seemed, even after Percy had proved to her that she’d been scared for nothing. 

But how could it be nothing? The poor woman had mentioned Ingram and Ana by name. She knew enough that the Kalfox name had weight beyond New Anchorage’s walls, and the idea that someone knew Stein’s father wasn’t [i]completely[/i] outlandish, but what about Ana? How had she known Ana? Percy was a nobody, who would possibly know the Moores? More than that, who would possibly know the Moores enough to [i]threaten[/i] them?

Maybe this was because Percy was a pilot. It worried her to think as much, but what else was anyone supposed to expect out of a life of fighting and killing in the cockpit of a giant robot? What if he’d just shot the wrong person, made the wrong enemy, and now Ana was in danger? 

Vera swallowed down the thoughts of herself garnering such enemies. That wouldn’t be her, she would do things differently. She would. 

Steeling herself, Vera knocked on the door and tried the handle—unlocked. She cracked it slightly, enough to get her voice in. 

[color=662d91][b]“Mister Kalfox?”[/b][/color] she called inside. [color=662d91][b]“Are you in? I uh…something's…can we talk? If you have a moment, I mean.”[/b][/color]