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“I hear you.” Matthias replied, sinking back into his chair and waving his hand through the Monitor- the beams of light displaying the text dissipating like red and white smoke, pixelated in the air. “I was just on my way to the Tech, what do you want?”

“I want you to skip the tech,” The voice said, much more clear- as if in the room. “I need you to get further downtown- towards the new Carleton Sky-Pillar. We just received word from the Police about a possible situation- and I need you to assess it.”

“Then call the Provincial Director. Why are you asking me?”

“There’s too much chatter- even on a CSIS secured datastream. I’ve got the Data but you need to come meet me in person to analyze it.”

“Yeah, sure,” Matthias began. “The stream is chatty because I’m sixty meters underground. It’s just junk data- no one’s listening in.”

“Just trust me okay?” The Voice pleaded, and then silence. Matthias blinked- his diagnostic data vanished from his vision and his eardrums seemed to pop as the voice disappeared. Visual and Audio errors and he wants me to skip the Tech?

“Celine, pull up a Company Car. I need to head to the Carleton Sky-Pillar.”

“No problem. It’ll be at the back-exit in five minutes. Want me to set a timer?” Celine’s voice asked. Matthias’ boots pounded across the black tiles, past the Tech n’spec Office. Before he could reply, the number three hundred appeared miniscule-sized in his vision, counting down towards zero. “You’re welcome” Celine chimed, and disappeared from his ears.