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. Anything else?"
Armstrong raised his hand. "I'd like to run over the details of the plan with the other agents after this, if that's convenient with them."
The super glanced around. The others shrugged, agreed.
"If there's nothing else, good luck!" Amadi dismissed the meeting.
Everyone stood as the superintendent and Captain Bolton left. When they were gone, Ito walked over to their new controller, held out his hand.
"Mashahiro Ito. I haven't met you before. Are you new in the agency?"
Armstrong shook hands. "No. I've been in for a few years now, working out of Central Headquarters. My specialization is the Corasians. I've been acting as our liaison with Naval Intelligence. I was due a change, so I requested a field assignment. They figured I could be useful on this case."
"Fed up with the politics, huh?" Xris was sympathetic. He, too, shook hands. "Name's Xris."
"No one can pronounce his surname, so we just skip it," Ito added.
For a man with not much muscle tone, Armstrong's handshake was surprisingly rata and strong. "Life in the capital is pretty stressful," he said in answer to Xris's question.
And that, thought Xris, is all we'll hear about HQ. For a while, at least. Though Armstrong doesn't look the type to open up. Pity. It'd be nice to know if the word floating around about disorganization and turmoil at the top is true
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