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A very stern looking woman was clicking away on a computer in front of her. The severe look on her face was offset by the red highlights in her black hair. Her name was Caligdula. She was the head of the Oxford branch. By appearances, she was the youngest person of her rank. In truth, like most people involved in the Government, there was more to her than at first glance.

She frowned at the reports on her computer. It was odd. There seemed to be a trading of a Gifted between Manhattan and Providence. That rarely ever happened. In fact, communication between those particular branches were kept to a minimum because the heads were siblings. Callie was a worm in the system she could see every thing that passed in the government's intranet. Every email was read by her. She knew of even the slightest hacking into the system. She brushed back her red bangs and continued to browse the logs and reports. There was really little of interest and it was mostly damage reports coming from the American branches. At a moment's notice, Callie was ready to log out of the system. A normal supervisor shouldn't have access to all this, but, of course, she wasn't normal.

((This long enough Mitsu?))

Caligdula looked up lazily. Her upper lids were drooping over her ruby red eyes. She had never cared for cover-ups such as contacts. She was proud of not looking normal. She thumbed for the reports almost carelessly. From her internet excursions, she had already known about much of the stuff that was going on, but one thing caught her eye. “We are giving Kyrie and Maria to Manhattan? I am really not too sure about this. Didn’t you say that she was mentally unsound when Dr. Cambridge took her away?” This lead to an even more frustrating question, one that she hadn’t been able to find the answer too. It was also question that she wasn’t allowed to find the answer too. She could ask Nero as a fellow superior, but he would never answer her. He was a spider in the web that was the Government. “By the way, did we ever receive a full and detailed report over Cambridge’s death? I know that Nero can keep his secrets, but Cambridge was one of ours. And as I said, I’m not too fond of Nero taking one of our research assistants who had tons of classified documents in her computer. Not only that, but he has one of our larges expenses, IM004 over there. All have gotten for my inquiries is a snide little note that said, ‘I found a better formula.’ It even had an emoticon with its tongue stick it out. How can such childish nonsense be allowed for someone in his position?”

Callie sighed and brushed back her red bangs as was her habit. She stopped mid gesture and rolled one of her locks between her fingers. She supposed she couldn’t talk with her appearances. “I apologize for venting on you. It has been on my chest for a while.” She sighed and returned to the lab approvals that Xanthe needed. “Will you go over these with me? As you know, I’m not always well in tune with your actions. I leave you on your own. Never let me think that is a mistake.”

A voice behind Emily sounded. "Are you alright? You didn't hurt yourself too bad did you?" It was one of a boy, but there was no one there. There was only a pair dogs. One of them was yellow lab and the other one was a mutt. The mutt seemed to have some lab in him just because of his size. The lab panted and gave Emily a stupid dog grin. The mutt looked her with a piercing stare that denoted that there was some intelligence in him.

Xanthe had since excused himself from the superiors presence. There was word frm his mental facility that a recently captured Gifted was causing a ruckas in his cell. Xanthe made his way to the asylum and a nurse led him to the Gifted's cell.
He opned the door carefully and tok a step inside, his sword in it's sheath to his side. His hand grasping the hilt. "So, new meat huh?" He walked over to the man and tilted his head to see the chipped and beant spoon. "What did I tell her about giving new arrivals toys?" He said with a calm, yet slightly menacing smile to himself.

Xanthe knitted his eyebrows. "Um...Young man, you wouldn't happen to be...intoxicated right now, would you?" He chuckled. Being called "lass" just for his long white hair...and his feminine features. He sighed and turned to his assistant who took formt heir steel cart a Breathalyzer and handed it to the white haired man. "Here.." He stuck it in the babbling mouth with out allowing any words of protest.
The small tube like device beeped after a few moment and Xanthe whistled in sarcasm. "Well my friend, you aren't leaving hear until you're sober and proven innocent." He chuckled.

Callie followed Xanthe out of the room. She still had the papers in her hand. She told him she wanted to go over them personally and by dammit she meant now. She stared at the Irish Gifted in the cell. "I highly doubt you were sober when you were born. It is just a hunch. You were already drunk. Drunk with the power that came from your Gift." She muttered under her breath. "Piece of filth. Low quality trash. How could a simple task fail so horribly?" She brushed back her red bangs and gave Xanthe a fake laugh. "Well Ms. Xanthe, we have proven his lack of sanity. Can we return to the reports now? I have a lot of other things to do rather than signing my name on pieces of paper."

Caligdula let out a harsh laugh. She really was amused. This man was funnier than most of the comedians she saw on TV. He was only funny because he was so ignorant. That humor would be gone when he saw the truth of the world. Her attention reverted to Xanthe. "I must say that if Cambridge was alive, he would be declaring this man IM05. He is the perfect type. Reminds me of Maria in a way. Only Maria was always sober."