Guests to Corsica

[Foxglove]

There had been nobody when they had landed. No little group to welcome them, nobody to exchange pleasantries. Gen knew that this approach was prone to confuse the Bretonians. Wasn't Corsica supposed to be a stronghold of the Outcasts, a place, that was more tightly guarded than even Malta? What if someone ran away to cause mischief? The truth was, there was nothing preventing them from running per se. It wasn't necessary to herd them in like that. Corsica was a maze of corridors, most of which not in use. What little was vital to the station was guarded by more than just humans. Someone making off on their own would invariably get lost and starve to death, probably to never get found again. The only way to safely maneuver the station was to remember the way one needed to take in order to reach the populated parts.

They marched in silence for around thirty minutes. Whether due to politeness or trained professionalism, Perry remained stoic throughout the entire trip. Gen figuted that the thought of Gen making fun of them with this had crossed Perry's mind, though it didn't matter in the long run. Finally, they reached a door after what felt like the hundredth crossed corridor, guarded by two men in grey uniforms. The door opened automatically upon the group approaching, admitting the view onto a neat conference room, not fitted for more than ten people. They were six, so it would be alright. There was a door, through which one could see the giant hollow constuction inside the Corsica asteroid. It seemed like they were somewhere in the very center of it, occasional arcs of lightning cracking through the space between one side of the chasm to the other. It was impossible to really guess the distance between the sides, but it had to be at least multiple kilometres.

"I apologize for the effort you needed to take," Gen spoke after they had all seated themselves, the Bretonians on one side, Gen on the other, alone, facing Perry. "You may call me Geneviève, and I am the Administrator of the CID. Please, this room is the safest haven Malta can provide for you. The station is somewhat of a giant Faraday Cage, meaning there is no way someone on the outside can spy on, or trace your movements. Please, what did you want to talk about?" She kept a close eye on Perry, wanting to see if she had been able to guess that she was the one she had wanted to talk to all along. The woman had to be smart, else she wouldn't be here, but Gen wondered if she had anticipated something as obvious as this.