A picture flickered to life on one of the many screens in the Chamber of the Elders. The interference slowly cleared to reveal the face of Elder Montoya. However, the picture of Montoya's face wasn't the interesting part; the background was. A picture of a Cryer Pharmaceuticals logo with a few figures dressed in white coats bustled about.
"Excuse me, fellows. I cannot be present at the gathering that has been called, due to... extenuating circumstances requiring my presence at all times. However, I am here now, and I have heard what has happened."
Juan looked around using the camera mounted under the screen in the chambers, and observed Don Carlos, face red with rage, an ill looking Elder Lucendez and Elder Yanez, meditating thoughtfully. Then he saw the door.
"What the hell? How long has that door been there, three hundred years or so?!"
With an audible sigh, Montoya continued.
"Anyway, this meeting has been called, and I don't doubt that this is an important matter. I do hope the other Elders get here soon, as the longer I need to be here, the higher the likelyhood is that I will need to make a swift departure to help... and old friend. Now, Gentle hasn't been told about this meeting, but from what I see Juan writing, that has been taken care of. To business then."
