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Caption: A few hours later. [[CI | I.D.S. C.I.] Branch, Director's office.

Panel 1: Biana projecting head shoulders and arms from a image projecting disk. She's mostly facing away, and has her arms folded in front of her. She looks angry.

Biana:

Arron... when head-quarters told you to cooperate...

Panel 2: Biana, turned to mostly face forward. She's gestured with her left arm and dropped her right arm. She's quite clearly irate.

Biana:

did any neurons fire in your brain?

Panel 3: Biana's image on the desk, viewed from behind, Arron facing her behind the desk and apparently standing.

Arron:

I'm not particularly convinced you've grasped the subtle differences between cooperation and obedience...

But I suspect you didn't call to debate them.

Biana:

The farcical new branch of the puffed up Malsan Bureua raided an x.ced gate.

A transfer gate that is on the list of locations I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ALONE.

Those ridiculous self-important backwater bureaucrats are now accusing me of ignoring inter-dimensional smuggling!

Arron:

Ignoring that you are, well, doing exactly that...

As per my cooperation, I didn't give either the Bureau or the M.S.B that information.

Panel 4: The right half of Biana's projected face and shoulders

Biana:

They didn't just stumble onto it, Arron. They don't have the tech to detect a gate, and you know it.

You're at the top of my list of where they got that.

This is a serious blow to my credibility.

If you didn't give them that intel...

Panel 6: Biana, disconnecting.

Biana:

I suggest you make it your highest priority to figure out who did.