DUBRILLION - SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE
IMPERIAL FUEL REFINERY - RAILCRAWLER LOADING BAY
IMPERIAL FUEL REFINERY - RAILCRAWLER LOADING BAY
The air ran thin this high up in the mountains. Thin and cold. Valerius had a fondness for the cold. Helped keep him alert. Focused. The foreman - a husky, venerable man by the name of Krayce - felt differently, bundled tightly as he was in a thick, furred coat. He shuddered away despite it, not happy to be waiting in the loading bay, doors open and exposed to the environment as it was.
There was no conceivable way that coat fell within Imperial uniform guidelines, but that was the least of anyone's concerns. Dress code enforcement was not something Sovereign Protectors showed up for.
But when a RICO agent went missing while conducting an inspection, it did warrant this level of attention. This rusted-out refinery was more important to the war effort than most people were comfortable admitting. Foul play had to be dealt with. Discrepancies corrected.
Krayce attempted to stifle a hacking, rattling cough and, when he failed, surreptitiously wiped his hand on his back. "Who else are they sending? Do you know?"
"Another Assessor."
"Oh, I see…" Krayce rubbed his hands together, eager for whatever shred of warmth that movement could produce, "I thought, perhaps, you being a Sovereign Protector..."
He trailed off when Valerius looked at him. Yes, Krayce was correct in his almost-implication that Valerius could do this himself. Theoretically, Valerius could threaten and beat wokemen until the truth was dragged out by the throat. That was something he was qualified to do. But the finer details would be lost, which in this matter could lead to more trouble in the future.
"Your records still need to be audited," Valerius eventually told him, "That's the Intelligence Commission's job."
He was only here to make sure it happened this time. Krayce frowned and shifted his feet. He remained silent even as the tracks started to rattle, and the railcrawler they had been waiting for could be heard in the distance. Before long the brutal vehicle had pulled to a stop in front of them, and its old doors rattled open.