Thread: Final Fantasy

In a dark, circular room with vented steel walls several men dressed in plain attire worked tirelessly in front of dozens of computer screens. They filtered and monitored security camera feeds from thousands of locations across Zenobia. It was the brain center on Zenobia's security grid. Nothing happened in the core that those men didn't know about, and report to Sarovoc, who had been appointed by Lucious as the Secretary of Defense. Sarovoc entered the chamber through a long corridor and down a set of steps leading to the main platform. At the center of the room sat one large console operated by Vicks, Sarovoc's Cheif of Security. He had short red hair and wore thick glasses with black frames. The armpits of his white collared shirt were soaked with sweat and his black tie was wrinkled and loosened from around his neck. He had been slaving over a keyboard for close to thirteen hours now. On the screens before him were various images of Ana, Jin and the explosion that had taken place in the first generator room. Sarovoc leaned over his chair, resting his right hand on one of the monitors. He squinted, examining the grainy images, and was flustered as he saw Ana's beautiful face frozen in time on the bright screen before him. He was an older man, with short black hair combed back, a clean shaven face with pale skin, and frosty blue eyes that were peircing and magnetic. He wore a long black coat, a white dress shirt tucked into black dress pants and white gloves. Who is she? he asked softly, glancing down at Vicks, who looked like shit. Vicks sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose with his left index finger. She's just a girl, he replied plainly. Sarovoc leaned as close to his ear as he could, raising his voice with condescending fury, Name, address, citizen number! Vicks leaned away, visibly irritated. She has no citizen number, she's from the slums! How do you know, if you don't know who she is? Sarovoc asked, growing more impatient with each passing moment. He was used to dealing with diplomats, soldiers, and scientists. Truth be told, he had no patients for Vicks' type. He was neither a scientist, nor a soldier. He was a tech specialist, a computer junkie who only understood or gave a damn about computers. If he needed his communications module fixed, Vicks was the man he could count on, but if his situation required military or political action, Vicks was useless to him, and Sarovoc never let him forget it. We lost track of her outside of District 82, headed toward District 80. It's safe to assume he's leading her to a place where she'll feel safe and comfortable. He? Sarovoc asked curiously. Vicks quickly pulled up an image of Edge holding Ana in his arms in the parking lot of Zenobia Prime. Sarovoc leaned forward, squinting once agian as he etched Edge's face into his memory from the grainy still. That little piss ant who tried to kill me, he said with confident rage. Vicks looked up at him, startled by his words, then back at Edge and Ana. So he was in this whole thing. Who is he? Vicks swallowed a lump in his throat and for a moment, he debated keeping the information from Sarovoc. Like most of his employees, Vicks harbored hatred for Sarovoc, and he was almost satisfied to hear that someone had stood against him, and tried to take his life. We think that's the kid who's been calling himself Edge Widowmaker. Edge Widowmaker?! Sarovoc asked to be sure of what he was hearing. Vicks nodded, chuckling, Someone should let the kid know he's dead. Sarovoc stood up straight. Literally!