Which was, perhaps, the first sign that this meeting was something worth taking a small bruise on the forehead to observe. Unlike most of the tedious briefings and conferences she had to sit in on for her job, this room was positively stacked floor-to-ceiling with armed guards. "Just… get it fixed," September vaguely waved one of her hands towards Jessica.ĭeliberately not focusing on the woman now whipped up into a frenzy looking for something to fit the pinhole, September looked out to the walls of the room. Jessica shook her head slightly, eyes devoid of all hope. "How does the Foundation's second-largest Site not have one modern video camera available?" It was a pain in the ass to even have to tape this, but it was important to keep a record of things. September closed her eyes and exhaled, letting herself slouch just enough to where she knew nobody would notice. I'm waiting, she said without speaking.Īs expected, Jessica was able to get her shit together under pressure, even if just imagined. September turned her head to face Jessica, not moving a single muscle on her face. "I… ah… it, uh…" Jessica was redder than a tomato and seemed to have the mental faculties of one. "Why did that happen?" Visibly being the key word here. "Yes?" September's new assistant sounded like she was on the verge of a breakdown, only mustering up the courage to form a sound once she had seen that September didn't seem visibly upset. Despite September's first instinct telling her that Site-17 might have a mouse problem, she didn't bother looking up. Really.Īfter several seconds, a small squeak came from where the camera had once been standing. She would not pick up the tripod by its two remaining legs and smash the person who had set it up into a carpet stain. Because getting angry would be unbefitting of a Factotum. Her forehead throbbed and her eyebrow twitched once, but otherwise, she did not move. However, smug complacency can easily lead to one's downfall, she realized as a tripod leg of the twenty-something year old camera being set up next to her buckled, landing squarely against her forehead before rolling down her shirt to meticulously undo the ironing she had done before attending the presentation. So long as you had an escape route secured, September thought, this was the perfect tactical positioning. Nobody behind you, nobody paying attention to you, you could see everyone and nobody could see you. An unlit corner of the room was always a good place to sit.
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