Operation: "Mayflower"

[Wolfs Ghost]

<div align="right]...Bretonian Core Space
...New London System
...Planet New London, Government District
...Home Office of Military Intelligence

Tuesday, 0500 Hours

It was a normal Tuesday morning. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon as people showed up to begin their days work. Normal lives compared to those being sacrificed in the nearby Leeds system. War was so close to home for many people, yet so far away that they didn't feel it was necessary to live in fear. It would reach them soon enough, a thought they attempted to keep in the back of their minds. A thought these people had to deal with every day in the field of espionage and intelligence gathering. These few had to distract themselves with protecting the very house they served. At whatever cost.

"Good morning Director Lawson. Ready for your first day on the job?"

A young lady, who seemed to be in her mid-twenties, smiled lightly as Regis Lawson entered the room and proceeded towards the recipients desk. He looked up at her coldly, "Good morning." He mumbled, placing a card on her desk and she quickly scanned it, a nearby door opened up after buzzing loudly and Regis took his card off the desk and slipped it back into his pocket.

He walked through the door, which just began closing after he passed through them. It seemed the rumors that he wasn't the type for small talk, were actually true. She glanced quickly back to see him disappear into the elevator. "Must be a tough job." She mumbled to herself, curling a lock of hair and turning her attention back to the people that were just beginning to enter.

0505 Hours

The elevator doors parted rather slowly. He was a patience man when he wanted to, but today wasn't the day for patience. In exactly an hour he had to meet with a small group of people he personally selected for this project he's been planning for a few months. With that fool Norrington out of the way, he could finally push his plans forwards, and get the ball rolling, which he already begun with the transmission to Border Worlds shipping. Finally the doors finished opening and he stepped out of the elevator, walking swiftly to his office, and then entering inside, shutting the door behind him.

He sat his case down on one of the chairs immediately to his left and proceeded over to his desk, turning the terminal on. He drew a breath in as he took off his jacket and placed it on the back of the chair. He stood there looking around the room for a couple of minutes before finally walking over to the suitcase and bringing it back over to his desk and laying it down.

Slowly, he sat down in the leather chair and looked over at the terminal. Three transmissions were waiting to be viewed, two were on the encrypted channel that was originally directed to Bowex, the third was on another highly encrypted channel.

"I wonder who it's from." He mumbled.

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