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All Hoffman Employees are reminded of Directive 304.B
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304 (B). Discretion in Unusual Circumstances
i. All members and recruits (provisional appointments) of the Institute are expected to keep activities out of the public eye. The Institute is not a public agency and it wishes to avoid legal and criminal entanglements. Any and all measures are approved to maintain that condition.
ii. All members and recruits of the Institute should take precautions to prevent evidence or eyewitnesses from spreading knowledge of the Institute’s research. At the same time, all reasonable good-faith efforts should be made to provide the Institute with clear, complete records and documentation of unusual events.
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__________________ Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception. I have taken The Oath of Sangus Most people are not just comfortable in their ignorance, but hostile to anyone who points it out.
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A perceptive, adventurously curious, and generally good-hearted rogue who has learned to live off of his wits despite being slightly socially awkward.
Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. - Arthur Conan Doyle
She was good. Too good. Doyle had come across her kind a couple of times before. If you were to say it out loud, other players would probably just shake their heads and agree that it really did seem like she was reading their minds. But they would mean it metaphorically. He watched her microexpressions as other players acted, and adjusted his play while avoiding hands that she stayed in.
It's not like he could hold it against her. He'd do it if he could, right? Sure, it was a stretch. But he couldn't see any other explaination. Whatever it was, telepathy or not, he seemed to have a handle on how to work with people like that around - and wasn't that what really mattered?
After an hour, she collected her robust stack chips to go cash out. That's when he noticed them. A man and a woman who had been playing the slot machines near the poker room entrance got up from their chairs and followed her. His curiosity kicked in. They looked like they had been trained, so he knew that they wouldn't try anything inside. That would cause a fuss. Which meant that he had a few minutes while she waited in line at the cashier's cage. Doyle looked at his watch and muttered, "Shoot! The old lady is gonna kill me!" and hurridly racked his winnings into a chip tray.
She was zipping her purse closed at the cashier's cage when he got in line.
"Hey! You played a good game!"
That caught her attention. She looked at him coldly. She probably thinks I'm going to hit on her. Let's hope she recognizes this as professional courtesy.
With a wink and a smile, he simply stated, "I think your friends are looking for you," and pointed to the couple loitering by the cash machine.
She paled and turned back to the cashier, leaning in close enough to talk to her in quiet tones. After a moment, he heard the cashier say, "Of course, Miss. We can have someone escort you to your car."
The couple by the cash machine moved to the entrance of the coffee shop and glared at Doyle. Ok. Maybe that wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done.
Doyle meandered through the casino until he was sure everyone involved had left, then slipped into the elevator. He wasn't sure what he had just interrupted but he was pretty sure he wanted to grab his travel bag and move on. He jabbed the button for the twelfth floor and the elevator began to move. Down. Doyle jabbed the twelfth floor button again.
The doors slid open on the bottom floor of the parking garage. A pair of athletic men in business casual attire rushed in before he could even swing and pinned Doyle to the back wall of the elevator. As he struggled to slip free, a woman in a charcoal pantsuit stepped into the elevator