“Did you speak to
this Chief Executive?” One of the hooded figures asks, Castor isn't
sure which one.
“I tried,” she
replies, “But his only response was to sing louder, to drown out my
words.”
“And what conclusions
did you draw from this meeting?” Both hoods turn towards her,
leaning forward.
“To be honest, I
wasn't sure of anything at that point,” she says. “Something
had...” she pauses, unsure about what she'll say next. “I was
starting to believe that something had crossed over, as ridiculous as
that sounds. That something from the Weave was manifesting in the
Warp. I thought it had control of the CE, but only insofar as it
could absent his conscious mind. But I didn't think it was still in
him.”
“Where did you think
it was?” Both hoods lean closer still, making her feel quite
claustrophobic.
“I still wasn't
sure,” she replies, gently pushing her chair backwards to create
more breathing room. “So I tried to contact the Central Energy
Authority.”
“And their response?”
“That there was
nothing to be concerned about, everything was going according to
schedule.”
