Michaelson walked into the bedroom and sat at his desk to play back his messages. The face of the new secretary came on—a typically skinny elf with short dark hair, a narrow black mustache, and a haughty disposition. Michaelson listened to what the elf had to say about this unexpected visit by Hans Brackhaus. On the surface it seemed to be a routine check on the Magus Project, but Michaelson saw through it. Things were coming apart. Ever since that slitch elf had gotten too curious for her own good. And now this. Brackhaus on his way here.