Another newspaper clipping fell to the floor, the edges cut neatly as the scissors moved deftly around the columns of text.

'Tensions Escalate in Mali'

'Syrian Opposition Leaders Fail to Form Government'

'Public Trust in Government, Business Leaders Falls'

'Chicago Man to be Sentanced for Terror Convictions'

'Ex-BAE Agent Found Guilty of Manipulating Evidence'

'China's Air Pollution Problem'

'In China, Signs that One-Child Policy May be Coming to an End'

'Close to half of Kids Late Receiving Vaccines: Study'

'Flu-conomics: The Next Pandemic Could Trigger Global Recession'

A new newspaper, a new series of headlines and articles that went up on the wall, each carefully placed next to sister articles from previously stolen newspapers with similar subject matters. Stories of corrupt governments, diseases that were threatening to tear down economies, Horrible living conditions that tried to hold too many people - and even now threats to potentially add more.

Shehk stepped back from the wall of her lair where the articles were pasted - away from the prying eyes of the uninitiated who may have asked questions she wasn't willing to answer - and folded her arms, giving them a long look of consideration before she sat back in her work chair, picking up a raw piece of obsidian and a broken antler that she'd been working with, carefully working at the edges of the stone with the point of the horn.

"It seems like every day there is something new to complain about. How does a race with such plentiful numbers have doubts about survival?" she murmured. The hunters seemed to concerned about keeping them out of their world, yet their numbers were like Hydras. You killed one, and six more sprung up in its place. She paused in her work and got up to approach the articles again, drawing a finger across lines of text quickly, smudging the ink in her wake before she jerked it away, as though it had been set on fire.

Then she grinned.

"Of course." turning from the pages, she suddenly moved across the lair to walk out into the main hub, almost in a run. The answer was there. The answer to everything - It was right there.