Without warning, the screen image dissolved, replaced with a Telestrian Industries holding pattern. Pleasant music played behind a sultry feminine voice extolling the virtues of Telestrian Industries. In less than a minute the screen came back to a real image: a plush corporate office with a desk as big as Tom’s command car. The executive behind the desk was the elf who’d come to speak with the general. To Tom’s surprise, the ID feed from the pickup identified the elf as Stephen Osborne. Wasn’t he the fragging head of Telestrian Industries East?