“You want to know what it said?” 595 purred, leaning forward with her glass resting in her lap. “I couldn’t hear it very well because it was fading fast. But it pulled me closer and whispered…” 595 grinned, showing perfectly aligned teeth, before putting on an uncanny impression of the energy creature. “Save me...from all these endless posturing meetings. I’m dyingggg.” 

The Agent hung her tongue out the corner of her mouth, crossed her eyes and made a loud choking noise. “That’s nothing to joke about!” Freyr protested angrily, which only made 595 laugh harder. “You are too easy! It didn’t say anything; not that i could make out anyway. It just grabbed me, the temple thing that we were in began crumbling, then blackness. Next thing I remember is staring up at a hunky medic.”

Soon after that, the screen behind 595 blinked into life with President DeWinter’s face on it. She began speaking before everyone could find their seats again. 595 made no effort to move right away, forcing Freyr to wrestle her seat out from under the Agent's feet. 

“Hello again, apologies for keeping you waiting.” DeWinter began. Lord Hale and Benoit Souza appeared on screen on either side of her. The other officials, including the Director-General, were missing. “After some discussion, we believe we can accept your terms, in principle. Our team will be in contact with a legal agreement text shortly. Please make all necessary preparation for moving the object ahead of time - let us know how we can assist. Do you need anything else from us before we get started?”