595 hid at the back of the conference floor, leaning against the wall with her arms folded. The tiny grimace on her face could’ve been a smile. She didn’t have the whole plan, but from what she knew, things appeared to be progressing as expected.

She hadn’t been able to contact the Director-General since the simulation, and noted that a subordinate had spoken of the Cradle in his stead. In some ways she was relieved; it gave her more time to deliberate on what she’d found. But it was concerning that she was effectively pushing from the inside with no equal external pressure - more risk that way. She resolved to try him again this morning.

After the meeting, 595 weaved through the clusters of conversation bubbling up throughout the room and checked in with Freyr. She looked pale and tired, so the Agent kept her company while they walked from the room. 595 half-heartedly agreed to go back through events again, but fortunately was saved by an incoming call from committing to a time. She ground her teeth when she realised who was calling, though. “Sorry, I guess I should take this.” 595 apologised to Freyr, before stalking off and accepting to call.

“Contrary to what our shared experience may have you believing...we aren’t pals, Vreta’Sori.” 595 growled. “I’m a [b]government[/b] agent charged with protecting a VIP while she and her team conduct [b]vital[/b] research which may decide the fate of both our species. I’ve given verbal testimony regarding our run-in with the Hegemon - I suggest we leave the actual analysis to experts, ok?”