POV: Dante
The day of the session begins with an email.
Umbra marks it in red before I even open my eyes completely. Subject: "Confirmation of Conditions – Vega Session."
"The presence of Noir's representative is accepted for the entire session.
Full recording via Noir's systems is accepted.
A civilian observer accredited by the subject being evaluated is accepted.
Subsequent deliberations will be subject to internal regulation by the Council."
Translation:
They can come in, they can watch, they can record everything.
Whatever we decide later, we'll figure out how to spin it.
I close the email. The wolf growls softly. It's not a no, but it's not a clear yes either. It's enough to ensure this isn't a silent ambush. Not enough to let my guard down.
I dress in my battle uniform: dark suit, black shirt, tie I don't plan to wear. My Shadows director badge hangs from my inside pocket. I don't need it to get in; today it's for the others to see.
