2012 05 17

Thu May 17 2072 A phone call between Washington FDC and Detroit, UCAS. "Dave, look. I don't know what game you've been playing in California, or why you've kept me blind to it, but we can't do this." Said Kyle into the secure line as he leaned back in his chair. "Kyle. I understand what you are telling me. I can not deny you the truth that I have kept you blind. And I offer my apologies for this. But until now, I have been unable - for reasons bound up in our mutual benefactor, to reveal this information." "You mean to tell me he knew?" "Of course he did. Would you expect otherwise?" "Why didn't he leave me any goddamn notes?" "He left them with Nadja." Kyle's response is… less than pleased. "You know the saying, Kyle. Never deal with a Dragon. Now go be a white knight. That's your job. Go do it."