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Later that night.

Van Roose walked the large grand hallways of the Hotel, surrounded by the rich and powerful, people that she grew up so close to, but had never felt so distant from. Alone and contemplating the proposal which had been brought before her. She took her phone and called her Husband.

”Come on Andrew, pick up.” She said to herself, whilst still trying to remain calm. 
“Hi Deb, I’m a little busy at the moment, what do you want?” Andrew said.

”Oh good, I just had to talk to you, I’m at the auction, and I got an offer and I’m not sure if I should take it.” Van Roose said in a somber tone.

”Well what was the offer?” Andrew asked.

”I can’t tell you right now, but I think if I wait too long I’ll lose it. It’s a once in a lifetime thing.” She replied.

”Do you want to go hand gliding again? Because I’m not doing it you know I’m afraid of heights-“ Andrew said jokingly.

”No no, it’s bigger than that, much much bigger.” Van Roose said.

”Well if you think it’s in your best interest, then go for it, you don’t need me to tell you what to do Madam Senator Elect”

Andrew Replied.

As Andrew spoke Van Roose noticed a blue and red hue in the distance. Behind her people immediately began panicking, drinks fell to the floor, papers were blown into the air.

”Andrew I’m going to have to- I’m going to have to call you back” Van Roose said with a concerned tone.

Van Roose joined the crowd in running through hallways, desperate to leave. 
“Everyone needs to be calm” A voice shouted. “We have evac in the underground garage, follow the guards.”

Suddenly the doors opened, and the hundreds of guests filed down the stairs and into the dark garage, in which cars had been waiting. Some tried to leave in their own cars, but soon they hit one another, and a gridlock formed leaving some stranded. As Van Roose looked behind her, the gilded corridors of the hotel were littered with documents and broken glass. A few staff remained to destroy any evidence of their activities, and silence any witnesses.

As the cars departed the building, they sped along a tunnel lying parallel to sea, Van Roose finally felt relieved, and could think about what was to come as she looked upon the ocean she thought, “Yes, This is what I will do.”

Back at the hotel swarms of Police and InBe surrounded the building, helicopters hovered above the cobbled streets, and press crews began setting up outside the perimeter. A lone figure wearing all black came out of an InBe car.

”They we’re here” He Said. “We can’t lose them again”. 

Inside the hotel was pandemonium, guests, bystanders, and staff began panicking as the police began sealing the exits. “Ladies and Gentlemen” The man says. “I am Sector Chief Jason Green, We have reason to believe that a criminal organisation met at this location today. Everyone must remain on the ground floor to be interviewed by me and my colleagues. To staff, remain here too, do not clean or move anything without the approval of my team. Thank you”. Immediately people begin talking amongst themselves, having seen some famous faces in hotel, who have disappeared. One man picks up a half full glass of champagne and goes to drink it. “Ah” says Green, as he takes away the glass with his rubber gloves. “You wouldn’t want to be wrongly convicted from your dna samples now would you?” Green says. 

He was one of the best investigators to ever grace the Investigation Bureau, top of his class at Marlborough, the youngest to ever hold the position of Section Chief, and determined to take down the organisation he knew so little about, yet hated so much.

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Investigation Bureau Section Office, Briselle.

One day after the Montgisard Hotel incident.

The Section office was a stark modern building, that struggled to fit in with the colonial architecture of the city. Outside was a cluttering of news crews from around the country, all waiting for the chief to speak out. Chief Green was a young, tall man, in his early to mid thirties. He had short hair, and a tendency to wear long and dark clothing. He was a well educated man, with a good pedigree, though he rarely showed it. Though it was yet unclear why he was so determined to take down what he knew so little about,  he was not going to stop until he had finished what he had started.

As the journalists and TV crews harassed everyone who even vaguely resembled an InBe spokesman, Green stepped out. “All of your questions will be answered shortly” he said in a tired yet commanding tone, “But I will now read this statement, at 7:24 PM yesterday, the Briselle Post received a call from a guest at the Montgisard Hotel, though I cannot tell you exactly what was said on the call yet, the caller described the activities taking place at the hotel, which matched an ongoing investigation. After the call ended we were contacted and immediately went to the Hotel. When we arrived there was little trace of what had taken place, the rooms were abandoned and little was left behind. However we were able to apprehend those who had yet to leave, and we currently have them in custody. If you know any information of what was taking place in the hotel please contact your nearest Investigation Bureau office. I will now turn you over to my colleague to answer any remaining questions”. 

As Green walked away, and the press overwhelmed the poor spokesman Green had left to answer questions, he received a phone call from a number he didn’t recognise. He let it ring for a moment as he entered the building again, as to keep away from the prying eyes of the press. “You’re quite the public speaker Mr.Green” said the voice on the phone. “Who is this?” Green asked concerningly. “My identity will reveal itself soon enough” said the man. “How did you get this number?” Green asked. “Be at Ramsett park at 11 o’clock on Saturday, there’s a bench that overlooks the lake, don’t be late.” And without hesitation the call ended. Green was confused, concerned and excited. Though this could very much be a trap he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to learn more about something he’d been investigating for little more than two years now.

Van Roose Residence,

Eastminster, Crownsland.

As Van Roose’s car pulled up to her old brick country home, her husband walked out the door, holding her oldest child. “Welcome back, how was Briselle?” Andrew asked. “I need to talk to you, alone” Van Roose replied. “Ok, well I’ll put the kids to bed, you go make yourself ready and I’ll get some wine from the cellar”. Van Roose was exhausted, a full day of travelling, with meetings along the way. Though as she sat down she was still thinking about what she had been offered. She didn’t know all of the details but she understood what she would be undertaking. 

“So what’s up?” Andrew asked, wine bottle in hand. “I met someone in Briselle, and she made me an offer.” Van Roose said. “Well what’s so concerning about that?” Andrew asked. “They could make things quite easy for me, career wise, and all I would have to do is do them a few favours.” Van Roose replied. “Well what could be so bad about that? You’re a senator now, the only way up from here is Pritchett House, and you know how much Monroe likes you.” Andrew said. “Andy you know what could happen, yeah sure I could be Secretary of something or other, maybe Vice President at a push, but it’s corruption, they probably wouldn’t prosecute but you know what they do to the corrupt, they get bricks through the window, spit in their food, and think about the kids.” Van Roose said in an almost frightened tone. 

“Deborah, we can handle that, and it’s good for you, really good, and in the off chance something goes wrong we’ll be fine” Andrew said comfortingly. “Thanks Andy, let’s do it then, I don’t know why I was so worried.” Van Roose replied. Van Roose then went to her bag and found a small white card and picked up her phone. “Dargolis?” Van Roose said,

“I’m in”.

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