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"It just goes against what I've been taught," Solomon replied. "He's also attributed with the creation of the first Quantums."

"That can't be right," Israfil interjected, "The race wars are almost a century ago, and Quantums were invented before then. The Cadmus Reactor and cogs were only developed recently."

"Well that's the thing," Solomon replied, "people say that Dr. Stern had an unusually long life, even for an Ascended. No Wildtype could live that long."
Interested! What unifying theme would the rangers have?
"Alright, then this meeting is adjourned," Captain Hargreaves said, "We'll be working more closely from now on, but stay safe out there." With that she headed out of the office.

"O-other cogs?" Israfil asked in alarm.

"Dr. Stern was a Wildtype?!" Solomon interjected, choosing to focus on a non-issue.

"We can't discount what intel the captain has," Maya said in response to Israfil, "But it's good to have her on our side."
"Nah! Let's go!" Kalram started heading out of the inn when Anya caught him.

"Kalram, where are you going?" she asked.

"I'm going to explore the mountains with Mr. Ryul!" he replied.

"Did you ask him first?" Anya asked, knowing full well that Kalram often coerced people into doing things.

"Yup!" he answered.

"Alright, well bring a jacket, and make sure not to wander too far," Anya said, then turning to Ryul, "Thank you for taking Kalram, I hope it's not too much of a bother."
@Eviledd1984

Hammond's antagonism ebbed as Leonard answered satisfactorily. "I really appreciate your cooperation," he said as he went around Leonard's property, looking at the walls for signs of infestation, occasionally tapping them with his rod. "You can't imagine how many people think they can make a problem go away just by not thinking about it. But the furniture isn't going to move itself, and the termites aren't simply going to leave." Hammond grinned, "You understand something of fear; how in their terror, people cling to ignorance, ignorance that they take comfort in, while dangers swirl around them. How some fool will let a madman lick their hand because they've convinced themself that it is the family dog." He was just making small talk, but he was terrible at it, not considering the potential to offend by bringing Leonard's story up, nor how offensive it was to refer to Leonard as a 'madman'.



@Saarebas

"Good morning, Dr. Manson," Antoinette replied, "It's been a productive day, and a productive day is a good day." This a was a line that she'd probably said too many times as well. She had heard Booker musing to himself about the condition of his previous patient. He view on it was that too many people used their 'pre-existing conditions' or 'negative environment' as excuses to be less-than-productive. She appreciated Booker's job as 'fixing' them and making them functioning members of society once again. She didn't know if Booker felt this way so she kept her thoughts to herself. "It says here on your schedule that you're free around lunchtime, so unless you get an emergency visit, would you be up for grabbing munch together later?" Antoinette asked, trying to be sociable.
Leonard was sleeping in his bed enjoying a lovely dream he was having of a woman letting him lick her hands.The loud knocking on the door disturbing his dream causing the tall handsome man to awaken and get up clothed in his expensive pajama pants,slippers form Italy and pajama shirt form France.Opening the door to see Hammond standing in front of him,"Hello..termites right come in...but please do not look or touch my private items" Leonard said with a smile on his face but in the back of his head being annoyed that he was being disturbed.He lead the other man into his room being a good host letting him inside his apartment without a fuss.


"I won't touch anything that I don't need to," Hammond replied with a bit of annoyance, "but if you've left anything private out in the open, I can't very well help seeing it." Hammond followed Leonard into his apartment. "Did you move all your furniture away from the walls as was requested in the notice?" Hammond asked, looking around the room to verify before receiving an answer. His eyes fell on the skeletal hand that Leonard kept. Hammond sniffed in disgust as he recalled what Leonard was notorious for.



Antoinette typed the morning away, balancing budgets, preparing data, writing reports, and otherwise working on the myriad of other tedious and banal office work that she had been contracted to do. Yet today was actually one of those days where she didn't have as much work as normal. Taking a quick pause to stretch, Antoinette raised her arms over her head and leaned back in her chair. She peered behind her, at the door to Booker's office. Since they were both usually fairly busy, they had lunch together rarely, though she wondered if today was such a day. They worked together, so it didn't hurt to be social every once in a while, besides, Booker was a hardworking Fable, and that was worthy or respect. As his secretary, she checked his schedule to see if lunch was even a possibility.
I'm curious what ideas you had in mind. I wouldn't mind brainstorming with you.
Kalram thought about it for a bit, "I wanna explore the mountains!" he said ecstatically.
Hargreaves sighed, "it's not going to get easier. What I'm about to tell you is top secret. Intel is fairly certain that we're not the only nation with cogs."

Maya and Sion were silent, but the shock was plainly visible on both their faces, even Sion's.

"But the Cadmus Reactor is Ascendancy technology!" Solomon blurted out.

"Actually it's not," Hargreaves clarified, "Dr. Stern was a Wildtype, despite what the textbooks say. But that's beside the point, you need to modify your training simulations. You're not just up against strikecraft and battlecruisers anymore."

"U-understood, Captain," Maya replied.
With nothing to hold his attention, Hammond left the party early to avoid having to interact more than necessary.

Antoinette, on the other hand, stayed well past the end of the ball, though she kept mostly to herself. She stayed late to help with cleanup and set-down. A job well-done was its own reward, though receiving a paycheck afterwards certainly didn't hurt. Afterwards, she went home and went to bed, ready for another industrious day.



The next day

Antoinette sat at her desk in the reception room of Booker Manson's psychiatric clinic. She worked as a secretary for him, but they had previously arranged it so that she could do her other work here as well as long as it didn't impede her job. So as long as she wasn't scheduling appointments or ushering people to see the doctor, she was busy with other projects that she performed remotely, as long as she had spreadsheet software, she was golden. She kept an eye and an ear out for anyone coming in, as well as an eye on the schedule of appointments. If anyone needed to see Booker, they would have to go through her.



*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Hammond stood outside of Leonard's room in the Woodlands with a long metal stick with a rubber tip that he used to tap walls, ceiling and furniture for signs of vermin infestation. "Termite inspection!" he called out. Although he said 'termite', he would still look for signs of other pests, but this was his main focus right now. he had been going door to door, inspecting every other room, which was enough to give him an idea of the level of infestation. Hammond had been commissioned by Snow White to perform this inspection every so often to prevent the Woodlands from falling apart more than it already had, but most of the tenants were being difficult and obstructive. They didn't like him rooting around in their apartments or comment on how their untidiness invited pests, yet they had been warned numerous times when the inspection would take place, though most of them were either too forgetful or too lazy to prepare for his coming. He hoped Mr. Smith would be a bit more accommodating.
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