The end of Victor Franks.

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The burst transmission was received on Corinth Research Station in Omicron 74. Sebastien Coen logged it and called over one of his secretaries.

"Have you finished the letter of approval for Mathew Talence?" Coen spoke tiredly.

"Yes, I have sent it to the quorum for final approval." The secretary responded.

"Right." He scrunched up his hand. It had forged identification papers in it. He loosened his grip on them and moved his hand towards his secretary. "Put this away for me, I doubt I will need it for a while."

"Where do you want me to put it Sir?" The secretary developed a perplexed look on her face.

"The only drawer over there that's open. You'll notice it will match with the papers I gave you." Coen sighed. He knew he expected too much intelligence from those around him, and he knew that this secretary was new and not used to him.

"Anyway, I got the news I wanted. I am done." Coen left the room and went for his evening jog, just as his schedule said he would.

The secretary noted the label on the drawer and the name on the forged identification papers before putting it away in the drawer. She then turned off the light and left the private room to head towards her own room.

The secretary was perplexed by Coen's behaviour. "I have no idea who Ichigo Tsukumura is, or why he would want to impersonate him."

Sebastien Coen thought on the events that had occurred in his head. He was sad for the loss that Sirius would not even hear about. "Victor Franks was two things to him. One was a competitor. The other was a friend."

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