UNGOC Undersecretary General

In desperate need of coffee

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

From the gallery, al Fine watched the proceedings. When the Eighth overseer called Lance to the stand, she hadn't been surprised. Even without knowing the witnesses in advance, she knew Lance's out burst had been the result of a perceived attack on the half fae agent by Coalition. It had been a rogue official acting without authorization. What had surprised her was a familiar looking piece of paper appearing in the place of the dark summoner. The same force that had taken the summoners of the world's demon fighting orders had snatched him as well. Recess was called swiftly after. Which Minerva evidently needed, given how quickly she left the courtroom.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

Ma'am? There's a, uh...letter from the Foundation Council. Or one of them, at least.

Let me see it. I want to know what kind of headache I'm in for.

[upper-admin-scp]

[It consisted partially of a grid of black and white squares, which seemed to be stamped into the page, followed by a large set of bold, all caps, Fixedsys font text, most of which can be summed up by the phrase "We Do Not Use Anomalies For Profit, And I Find This Personally Insulting, How Dare You," which is itself written around 6 times throughout the the documents 7 pages of small text.]

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

I don't get. Forward this to PNEUMA.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

Ma'am? There's a, uh...letter from the Foundation Council. Or one of them, at least.

Let me see it. I want to know what kind of headache I'm in for.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

There is a quick knock at al Fine's office door. A very clear set of notes. "Shave and a Haircut."

Two bits? Odd, I don't have anyone scheduled right now. Uh come in?

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

A young man with iridescent eyes steps in. He's wearing an old paperboy outfit. Though the door, a bicycle can briefly be seen parked before the door closes. The phrase "Mr. Courier, from Little Misters® by Dr. Wondertainment" is written on his arm.

Package for you, Ma'am!

He quickly sets down a purple letter with a golden seal on her desk. Obviously, the seal is stamped with a "W".

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

[She sighed pinching the bridge of her nose.]

We've been over this. All mail must go through processing through the mail room.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

Sorry, Ma'am, but he was very insistent that you receive it directly. Said it was really important. Time sensitive.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

This is the UN headquarters. Do you have any idea how many diplomats and other high ranking government officials plus their support staff are in here?

Did anyone see you?

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

Come on, Miss, you know how this works. Ain't no-one who can see me but you right now. I mean, that part was your idea. Well, anyway, he said something about a lizard like that was something you'd pay attention to. Anyway, I've got another letter left to deliver, so if you don't mind...

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

Lizard, lizard, ah yes that Lizard. Alright I'll read you letter.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

Sound's good! Alright, Be seeing ya!

The Little Mister quickly hopped out of her office, onto his bike, and vanished.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

[She opened the letter, bracing herself.]

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

There is a quick knock at al Fine's office door. A very clear set of notes. "Shave and a Haircut."

Two bits? Odd, I don't have anyone scheduled right now. Uh come in?

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

A young man with iridescent eyes steps in. He's wearing an old paperboy outfit. Though the door, a bicycle can briefly be seen parked before the door closes. The phrase "Mr. Courier, from Little Misters® by Dr. Wondertainment" is written on his arm.

Package for you, Ma'am!

He quickly sets down a purple letter with a golden seal on her desk. Obviously, the seal is stamped with a "W".

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

[She sighed pinching the bridge of her nose.]

We've been over this. All mail must go through processing through the mail room.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

Sorry, Ma'am, but he was very insistent that you receive it directly. Said it was really important. Time sensitive.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

This is the UN headquarters. Do you have any idea how many diplomats and other high ranking government officials plus their support staff are in here?

Did anyone see you?

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

Come on, Miss, you know how this works. Ain't no-one who can see me but you right now. I mean, that part was your idea. Well, anyway, he said something about a lizard like that was something you'd pay attention to. Anyway, I've got another letter left to deliver, so if you don't mind...

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

Lizard, lizard, ah yes that Lizard. Alright I'll read you letter.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

There is a quick knock at al Fine's office door. A very clear set of notes. "Shave and a Haircut."

Two bits? Odd, I don't have anyone scheduled right now. Uh come in?

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

A young man with iridescent eyes steps in. He's wearing an old paperboy outfit. Though the door, a bicycle can briefly be seen parked before the door closes. The phrase "Mr. Courier, from Little Misters® by Dr. Wondertainment" is written on his arm.

Package for you, Ma'am!

He quickly sets down a purple letter with a golden seal on her desk. Obviously, the seal is stamped with a "W".

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

[She sighed pinching the bridge of her nose.]

We've been over this. All mail must go through processing through the mail room.

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

Sorry, Ma'am, but he was very insistent that you receive it directly. Said it was really important. Time sensitive.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

This is the UN headquarters. Do you have any idea how many diplomats and other high ranking government officials plus their support staff are in here?

Did anyone see you?

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

There is a quick knock at al Fine's office door. A very clear set of notes. "Shave and a Haircut."

Two bits? Odd, I don't have anyone scheduled right now. Uh come in?

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

A young man with iridescent eyes steps in. He's wearing an old paperboy outfit. Though the door, a bicycle can briefly be seen parked before the door closes. The phrase "Mr. Courier, from Little Misters® by Dr. Wondertainment" is written on his arm.

Package for you, Ma'am!

He quickly sets down a purple letter with a golden seal on her desk. Obviously, the seal is stamped with a "W".

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

[She sighed pinching the bridge of her nose.]

We've been over this. All mail must go through processing through the mail room.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

There is a quick knock at al Fine's office door. A very clear set of notes. "Shave and a Haircut."

Two bits? Odd, I don't have anyone scheduled right now. Uh come in?

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

Who let the Neverwere out if it's cell. That's for emergency only. There are no faery related emergencies. I would know by now.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

Who disbanded Screwdriver?

Horseshoe and Rosebud are doing very well in their new assignments. I could leave them there...

No we need our bad luck sink. And we need their skill to make up for it. Stinger didn't tolerate transfer. Because STRIKE.

I want Assessment Team 712 Screwdriver reinstated and field ready by the end of the day.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

Ah yes, the much anticipated report from the Foundation about the performance of our freelance devil summoner.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

He released a demon into their building. Of course he did. How that bastard manages to never get shot for his recklessness is a mystery.

Otherwise, he did well. Got the job done without injuries and minimal destruction of property. This report paints a far nicer picture of him than the one he wrote.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

Ah yes, the much anticipated report from the Foundation about the performance of our freelance devil summoner.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

Wow they are never going to let him proctor that test again. Which was his plan from the start. Bastard.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

What do you mean every fully train and active summoner from all summoning orders have gone missing? And cryptic invitations for a game are the only lead we got. Do we just not have any summoners we can rely on?

I need to call Minerva.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

We still have our freelancer. Good thing he's a tad crazy. It's the only way he'll be able to pickup the slack.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

What do you mean every fully train and active summoner from all summoning orders have gone missing? And cryptic invitations for a game are the only lead we got. Do we just not have any summoners we can rely on?

I need to call Minerva.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

Ma'am, It's both her uncles.

Also given how her maternal uncle is talking, I sincerely doubt that he would even consider sending her to the Court under current circumstances.

Just keep her away from that place.

[ungoc-dc-al-fine]

Legal Notice This action is being taken on behalf of Operative Lizard, henceforth plaintiff. Plaintiff is being held in an unfair contract in which defendant holds the plaintiff's true name. As plaintiff is a fae, holding her name amounts to a form of ownership or slavery. Which is illegal under defendant's own bylaws. We are seeking immediate relief in the form of releasing the plaintiff's true name and terminating the contract the defendant holds with plaintiff. - O5-10 "Lawyer" @upper-admin-scp

So they want to play hard ball eh. Hmp two can play at that game. I don't care which of her uncles is their with her. We can't let one of our best assets remain in Foundation hands. Or worse, have her returned to that court.