ANTONIO ZAAMBUKA
LOCATION: Sector One Central * PST Headquarters *
“Vice-President Ramo’s office, please hold,” the pleasant, featureless voice said for what had to be the eighth time.
Antonio Zaambuka was getting the official runaround and he was growing increasingly impatient with it all. The report on his desk taunted him for his lack of attention. This powerplay was beneath him. Procedure, rules, regulations, process. It was all meant to work for him, not against him. It was infuriating. Did they not know who he was? The report he had just read raised every red flag he had. Agent Delle’s discovery of the holoimages of the Vice-President forced his hand. He’d made the call … and had been put on hold. He had to speak to the Vice-President now. Not sit here twiddling his toes.
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