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Atleast it was a straightforward answer. Gamma could have some idea of what was going on. Pulling a beer out of the fridge he let the door drift closed on it's own. Putting the lip of the cap against the edge of the countertop, he bashed the beer open.

He didn't say anything as he passed her in both places, leaving the kitchen and re-entering the living room. Carrying an authentic grin, because it was one of those rare moments of power. She obviously wanted something and only had Gamma to help her.

Sprawling out, Gamma took up the couch and then some as he laid down on it. Some length of his legs hanging over the end, over the armrest. He set the beer bottle on the coffee table. The beer table, if you will.

"What do I get?"

Gamma threw his arms up and cradled the back of his head against the armrest.

"I'm listening."

Because if she didn't have an idea, they'd be sitting in Gamma's living room for a long time. He didn't have any idea on how to give a body to a figment of his imagination. Not really his department.

"Eh." Gamma grabbed the beer bottle and stuck the end in his mouth. After a moment he put it back on the table and sat up.

"Corpses aren't really hard to get." Gamma added a shrug and stood up, straightened his pants, and wandered off again. He went towards the bathroom and wondered how eager she would be to appear in there.

The door closed and the sink faucet came on. Over the sound and through the door, Gamma kept talking.

"Does that mean you'll look like some other random person? That'd be a shame."

The water from the faucet stopped.

"So you need a body. A chunk of your old one. Or a woman."

He pushed the door open and stepped out, scratching at his jawline tattoo again. Seemed she knew what she was after a while ago after having all sorts of options just waiting.

"I guess death is pretty lazy in these parts."

He'd stop and look down at her.

"I'll keep that in mind if I see the poor son of a b***h." And he'd turned and walk off, aimed for his bedroom. He hadn't slept in a while so now was a good a time as any.

"Now that you've got what you wanted I can get some undisturbed sleep." Gamma threw himself onto his bed and rolled onto his back. Business could wait for whenever he got up next.

"Ugh." Gamma lifted his arm and covered his face.

"They're better without people camping out in my brain." And he'd roll over again, burying his face in a pillow. Sleep would follow.

"Of course, Mr. Ra." Cassandra met his stare with unblinking eyes. She raised her right hand and gestured to towards the side wall of the lobby. A section of the wall receded and revealed a hallway leading elsewhere.
"Please follow the path and the elevator will take you to Mr. Melleas' office. He is waiting for you." Her voice buzzed mechanically as hidden speakers within the counter and ceiling shook.

The new found hallway would appear similar in construction to the lobby itself. Walls of colored glass tiling with faux wood paneling above it. Guiding the newcomers was the tiles on the floor. The center-most tiles would change from their dark hue to a lighter green as the tiles were lit up by internal bulbs. This light path would lead around a couple turns to a waiting elevator.

Doors would dot the hallway, but with no handle or obvious way to open them, they'd have to be ignored.

The elevator, lacking buttons or controls, would close as the five entereds and take them two floors up. Once the doors opened, they'd be faced with a short hallway that branched in three directions. Lit green tiles would point them to an open door.

Inside a clean-shaven grey-haired man would be seated behind an authentic wood desk with a glass top. Standing behind him would be a younger man with blonde hair and blue eyes. Both clad in black suits, which seemed to be the required dress. Five chairs would be set out for the visitors; one seated squarely in the front of the desk with four others behind it in a sort of curving orbit.