The Fontana Summit

[Reeves]

Damien glanced at Hemlocke.

"I assume this is your plus one?" It sounded like an idle jest as he tapped his fingers against the table somewhat impatiently. The other group of Hackers likely running late, no doubt on account of youthful whimsy. Or just failing to wake up on time.

It was just then that the additional Order representative arrived, once again engaging in formality that Damien had already become tired of. But nonetheless, he acquitted himself of it with impeccable manners. It was simple enough to reciprocate everyone's respective attitudes and leave it at that.

"Fashionably late, Admiral." Admittedly, Damien had expected a functionary, not a figurehead and smirked at the switch-up. But then again, this was meant to send a statement. That the situation in Ontario was at least being taken seriously enough that they had chosen to send him. Bum leg and all. "Take a seat and we'll get started. The remaining Hackers can join us midway." With a graceful wave of the hand, Golanski was directed to the seat labelled for his organisation.

It finally felt like time to put things in gear. "I'll start with the obvious problem." A click of a previously unnoticed remote near Damien's side of the table caused a holo-display to whir to life and project an image of the relic site on Planet Sudbury. There was no further elaboration, everyone was being given their time to appreciate the apparent gravity of this first talking point.