Distortion

[Omicron]

It was much like most of the terrain in Curacao. Artificial islands and man-built platforms and structures, hard to find any sort of cover anywhere on the planet save for some few unique elevated locations. A private abode in the resort world wasn’t cheap, no matter the scope and quality of it. However it was a place where Houses had no jurisdiction and Cortez OSC employed their soft and hard power alike to ensure discretion of their sometimes less than legal deals.

“Rum, you remembered that’s my drink of choice.” The first time, he offered a brand of Corsair distilled drink. The Admiral remembered vividly the uncertainty of how the infamous Generalmajor would react in regards to anything from under the Cretan brand. Hessian-Corsair rivalry in his opinion had easily stripped the last remainder of humanity from the Omegas at large.

“I am quite certain that Luciano had filled you in on all the details. To be sure, I did not know how you or your entourage would react and as such I instructed him to go as an officially appointed officer of The Order for his own safety. I was one hundred percent convinced you would not abandon your post so suddenly. Whether you know, care or not at all, Red Hessians passed your absence with eerie radio silence. I would know no better to this day if it were not for the fact that I am accomplice by virtue of issuing Luciano a formal leave to pursue… well, you… Care to explain to me how the day zero went, leaving your own men none the wiser than rest of Sirius?”

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