06-24-2020, 12:11 AM
Marcus was intrigued as he wandered. In his mind he noted things to incorporate under his Consulate. Ascendancy might purpose that Vellas oversee the military wing of channeling, true. But he would make sure that his department was at least competitive. If not more.
There were also areas he noted could be improved. Not that he would suggest anything. Not yet. Territory being what it was, he could not be seen straying into places not his. But a judicious word at the right time- not from him, obviously, but rather from someone under his influence- could make him and his department all the more attractive for real innovation.
Keeping a reserved but friendly demeanor, he moved with ease through the different groups, watching how people interacted. He noted those Sanjay had spoken of off handedly, those who hungered for more or who had trouble staying in bounds. Such men could be useful levers.
He was approaching the medical wing, having noted a black coated man- one of the Rods- entering a room when his phone buzzed. The pattern was high priority.
Immediately, he stepped into a side room and read. Not from the Ascendancy. But definitely the Sphere. The video that accompanied the file was watched, the audio streaming to the bud in one ear. Not one video. A compilation.
This was bad. All it would take was one enterprising reporter to run the face through recognition software. Right now, a precarious balance had been struck. This new mode of living was being explored one day- one step at a time.
It wouldn't take much to kick off riots and chaos. Not much at all.
He messaged an affirmative, another to Sanjay not to wait, and then swept off to find the elevator to the surface. Curiously, he dipped into himself, felt the homogeneity and calm that was now there. The steel that braced him and laced through him.
The doors opened, filling the car with fresh air and Marcus stepped out of the building into the bright day light.
There were also areas he noted could be improved. Not that he would suggest anything. Not yet. Territory being what it was, he could not be seen straying into places not his. But a judicious word at the right time- not from him, obviously, but rather from someone under his influence- could make him and his department all the more attractive for real innovation.
Keeping a reserved but friendly demeanor, he moved with ease through the different groups, watching how people interacted. He noted those Sanjay had spoken of off handedly, those who hungered for more or who had trouble staying in bounds. Such men could be useful levers.
He was approaching the medical wing, having noted a black coated man- one of the Rods- entering a room when his phone buzzed. The pattern was high priority.
Immediately, he stepped into a side room and read. Not from the Ascendancy. But definitely the Sphere. The video that accompanied the file was watched, the audio streaming to the bud in one ear. Not one video. A compilation.
This was bad. All it would take was one enterprising reporter to run the face through recognition software. Right now, a precarious balance had been struck. This new mode of living was being explored one day- one step at a time.
It wouldn't take much to kick off riots and chaos. Not much at all.
He messaged an affirmative, another to Sanjay not to wait, and then swept off to find the elevator to the surface. Curiously, he dipped into himself, felt the homogeneity and calm that was now there. The steel that braced him and laced through him.
The doors opened, filling the car with fresh air and Marcus stepped out of the building into the bright day light.