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| - You sit perched on a small outcropping supporting the dome of a large cavernous chamber. Below you lit by torches that give off a grey light, thirteen people are gathered, sitting in thrones arranged in a circle. Another man is sitting at a desk, off to one side, scribbling furiously. There is a man standing before the most ostentatious of the thrones, instead of sitting as would be his right. He calmly gazes around the gathering, and in a measured voice, declaims: "Then it is agreed. For its failure to solve the Inheritance Problem, and its failure in continuing to insist for the agreed payment, the Drake must die." He sits back down on his throne, and just as calmly, and with equal and final measure continues. "Security - you will put together the necessary forces to achieve this end. Should you need assistance, Operations will provide you with its contacts in the area. The Drake must die." He pauses. "Operations - you will put together a plan aimed at directing and containing the Problem to the Council's ends." Both of the people he addresses silently nod. "Then as the next point of business..." The dream fades from your consciousness and you wake up.
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