Three men wearing full black cloaks with a big red hand printed on the front enter the meeting room. Once in, they were approached by a man in a wheel chair smoking a Maltese Cigar. The three men sat together across from the man in the wheel chair. One of the three men, the one in the middle, sighed and placed his arms on the table.
"Do you have what we came for?"
The man stopped smoking to talk, while rolling over to the others.
"Why yes. Yes i do."
He shuffled threw some files in a briefcase on the table, picked one, and handed to the group. The group stood up simultaneously, and left without a goodbye. The man in the wheelchair rolled behind them on their way out. Once they were exiting the cruiser, the ship shut down for the night.
When morning rose, the man in the wheel chair strolled down the main hallway of his cruiser and approached a room labeled, "ARCHIVES." He entered with ease, then found the bookkeeper.
"Find me the Sithis Catalog! And hurry!"
The Bookkeeper jumped in surprised, and frantically searched and skimmed through books and shelves. Once he found what he was looking for, he opened the book which revealed a compartment that contained a folder labeled, "Sithis." The crippled man desperately stretched out his hand to obtain the files. Folder in hand, the man hurried to the conference room. There he waited for them.
