Colette Mortiers reviewed the transmission only once. With a look of sadness on her face, she spoke to the empty screen as though someone could actually hear her.
"It'd be nice if Council just gave it up already... but it seems that's not the case. Shame. Dedication like that would be useful doing something likely to actually do damage to the Crown... sorry, 'Jack of Blades', but you're going to have to die."
Colette sighed and slowly walked toward Verdun's comm center.
"Get me a line to our agent on Reunion. I have a job that needs an outsider's touch. Oh, and give me a tally on what funds we can provide while you're at it."
Weber was doing some reports on Navy patrols, when he recieved transmission. After he finished watching transmssion he rises eyebrow and he looks in that face for a while. He was very curious why did Ariele and Remi had to die? He was there when Remi rised his hand against Joseph and king. After some time he whispered " This should be interesting..."
Sudendly he gets up and leaves room.
"Madam"
"....Yes, Desmond.."
With a slight bow the butler continued ; "We received a rather... Strange transmission. Some one who calls himself "Jack of Blades". He seems to have information concerning the... Princess. Or at least, so he claims."
"And why should this concern me, Desmond?" LaCroix replied with a sigh.
"Well, I.. Uhm. You may want to take a look at it yourself, madam." The butler said as he approached the desk and placed a datafile next to the cigar box.
LaCroix reached out into the direction of the datafile but instead grabbed one of her small cigars first.
"Madam, I really think you sho-"
"I will Desmond, thank you." LaCroix replied with a rather dismissing tone.
The butler took yet another small bow and left the room, closing the massive doors behind him. With a small cigar in her mouth, LaCroix activated the datafile with the room's massive holo transmitter. The message began to play.
Several moments later.
"DESMOND" LaCroix shouted to the other side of the doors which almost immediately flew open.
"Yes Madam! You called?"
"Get me d'Orleans. We have some business to discuss."
"Right away madam."
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