034 [Private to Bunansa // Filtered under the highest security possible]

[karmauberalles]

I'm about to speak to Dr. Bunansa. You should have no trouble getting into his office unhindered.

Keep me updated on whatever you find. I'll check back periodically to see how you're progressing.

Comments

[bunansajr.livejournal.com]

I'm in. You'd really think the guards wouldn't let anyone into the head of Draklor's office, but since the Doctor will be 'right back' they didn't have a problem with it.

I will have an update for you shortly, sir.

[Fifteen minutes later]

[karmauberalles.livejournal.com]

Well, he is your father, and considering how bloody insane he's coming off as, I can't really see how they could question him sending you there.

Have you gotten anyhere yet? I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.

[Five minutes later]

[bunansajr.livejournal.com]

I did say this would take quite a while, sir. The encryption is very minimal because, well, why would you need security in the Director's office?

He -- how does he sound?

[Ten minutes later]

[karmauberalles.livejournal.com]

Hmph. He seems willing enough to talk my ear off, so you'll have more than enough time to finish.

He's rambling on about god knows what and he started talking to thin air at some point.

[Less than a minute later]

[bunansajr.livejournal.com]

I see. Well, I have found a few things. I'm not sure how much of the information is useful. Really I'll have to get anything that seems suspicious and take a closer look later.

If he ever seems to slow down make sure you ask about the mechanized ship loaders he's working on. He really loves those.

[An hour later]

[karmauberalles.livejournal.com]

Bunansa, I was under the impression you actually wanted a promotion. That suggestion makes me wonder about that.

...I assume you've taken notes on or copied anything you consider relevant?

[Five minutes later]

[bunansajr.livejournal.com]

Well, it worked, at least.

I do very much want a promotion, sir, but I still need -- at least another ten minutes. I will send my next message when I'm --

Why is there someone in Doctor Cid's office? I am currently stuck in an alcove. I'm not sure how long they are going to be here.

[Ten minutes later]

[karmauberalles.livejournal.com]

Bugger- if you haven't been discovered, what does this person look like? Give me a description in case I need to take action.

[Less than a minute later]

[bunansajr.livejournal.com]

Well ... They have really nice shoes.

Honestly, sir, that's about all I can see from here. Probably male.

[Five minutes later]

[karmauberalles.livejournal.com]

...ah. I... see.

[Five minutes later]

[bunansajr.livejournal.com]

They're gone!

Um ... twenty more minutes I think, sir. I'll claim I got tired of waiting and then head out.

[Ten minutes later]

[karmauberalles.livejournal.com]

Good. Would this person have seen what you were working on?

[Fifteen minutes later]

[bunansajr.livejournal.com]

I'm clear of the building now, but I wasn't seen and they would not have seen what I was working on.

I think we're in the clear, sir.

[Five minutes later]

[karmauberalles.livejournal.com]

I'll contact you again whenever I'm finished; however, I can say in confidence that I'm going to do whatever I can to get you a promotion.

[Less than a minute later]

[bunansajr.livejournal.com]

Well, thank you very much, sir. Which would definitely start to make up for the hiding under a box for twenty minutes, and -- well lots of other things.

I'll be sure to get my notes and data sorted and to you by the end of the day.