Originally posted October 5, 2011
((I've only included a short bit of the thread. As the group gathered to decide what to do next, they faced any number of realities and uncomfortable moral choices.
You can read the entire thread here.))
The folders smelled of smoke, their edges browned by the repeated touch of nicotine stained fingers. It took all they could to get them up to the shared table of their suite before jet lag took them all.
Chance walked out of his room. Having traded sleep for four hours of restful meditation, he felt fresh. All too familiar with the effects of jet lag, he knew the feeling wouldn't last. Something about the pictures of Senator Burdett plucked at his mind. He started heating water for tea and making coffee, Dressed in a t-shirt and lounging pants, he pulled a chair out to start reviewing files.
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