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The foyer is empty except for UP Cops. One says into his Coms Device "Clear. "
Four Cops in Suits stand around the Peruvian Prime Minister. Two more guard the doors onto the GA.
Owen says "Hey Buddy, all good?"
Ianto is not sure but smiles politely as he is taken for another meeting.
Owen watches him leave with interest, might need a call later. He seemed… annoyed.
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The Diplomats and Ianto cluster as before. The Motoboing Ambassador asks "What do you want, Ambassador?"
The New American Ambassador replies softly "We want Zuwanie gone. In exile. Retired. Out. We don't much care where or how. If he goes, we are confident the resolution will be vetoed. No one is anxious to send troops into that sector. Not now. If we cannot rely on the Ferizzians who can we rely on here? Bloody stick insects."
"Perhaps you can tell him yourself." The Motoboing Ambassador answers with his own long limbs tucked in, the insult taken as his kind are also thin and spin dally, but not tall.
Silence.
Stares.
The Four Suits hurry the Ambassadors away through the lobby.
Ianto is left alone and extremely puzzled in the doorway from the sound room area.
What the hell was that? Did they forget he was still there? Did they REALLY just discuss the possible assassination of a Ferizzian Delegate?
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Ianto goes through the South Gate with haste, the conversation still running though his mind.
The General Assembly Hall is now empty. A few lights over the podium illuminate only half the Hall. The abandoned desks stretch up into eerie darkness. We see the Sound Booth window from below. The door opens from the access hallway.
Ianto's silhouette enters the booth.
Ianto stands in the dark by a large control panel. Barely audible Fombile comes from the engineer's headphones. Ianto considers them a moment, peers into the dark Hall below. From the dark comes low, urgent, incomprehensible Fombile.
Ianto flips the light switch and moves back to the board. The light's an old fluorescent tube that takes awhile. It flickers and hums. The voice on the headphones has a southern accent
"Don't worry. Ferizzian Zuwanie will die in this room." Ianto spins to the headphones, stepping forward.
The booth is suddenly flooded with light. He starts with shock, looks up to see his own reflection in the glass. He stares back at the headphones: they're now quiet. Whoever was speaking has seen him and stopped talking. Shit.
He quickly slaps the light switch off.
Dark.
Ianto waits.
Ianto comes out of his booth. Listens. A door can be heard opening down in the Greenroom.
Dead. Dark. Empty.
Not one single guard. Ianto quickly comes down the walkway from the GA balcony. The exit doors are chained shut. His footsteps echo as he hurries across the floor toward the Conference Building.
Breathing heavily, Ianto gets in. he's on two. He punches the button for three. The elevator moves. DOWN. He hits the three button a few times in fear. He rides and cringes as the doors open onto ... the basement hallway.
The elevator doors ding open, spilling light into the dark hallway and forcing Ianto back into a corner. The doors hold open. Ianto waits, expecting any second for someone to turn the corner. No one does. Finally, the doors close. Ianto fumbles for his coms unit, trying to get hold of Jack as his heart pounds.
"Why me" he whispers as it tells him there are no connections to the outside. No, not in the building idiot. Of course not. Damn it. Cloaked.
He leans out of the elevator. Looks either way along the hallway. Empty.
Ianto gets off the elevator and hurries down the hallway toward the Secretariat.
As he moves past the various Councils, his pace increases. It's not long before he starts to run.
The Hall is silent.
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"And you only heard the one man?" Jack asks as he sits with Ianto in his office. The room is from the first building period, old and full of stuff he has already pinched … mostly parts and tech. Out the windows, the East Flight Path flows by a few feet away. Ianto sits pulling on a tissue and giving a report to Jack.
"Yes." Ianto nods as Toshiko acts as Jack's assistant, runs a video camera. "Whoever he was talking to didn't say anything."
"He only spoke Fombile?"
"Diplomat Fombile. The accent was Afiloan."
"What makes you think they saw you?"
"He stopped talking when the light came on." Ianto shrugged. Jack and Toshiko exchange a look. "Am I in danger?"
Jack gives him a very unconvincing smile.
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Early morning in the Assembly Hall.
Empty.
Two people sit at a desk in the very center of the Hall. Jack says into the coms unit "Sit back as far as possible from the mic. Speak in a normal voice."
They lean back in their seats. John says something to Andy who replies with a caustic comment.
Jack looks up at the light fixture as he stands with Ianto in the sound booth. Owen is with him.
Jack nods "Alright."
Owen hits the light switch. The bulb flickers, hums. He says into a Coms Device "Now."
They watch the engineer's headphones as an UP Investigator's stilted voice comes out of them.
"Don't worry. Ferizzian Zuwanie will die in this room."
A beat after the sentence is finished, Jack steps forward to let the sensors find his body heat away from the Tech. The room is flooded with light. Jack considers the situation, irritated. He takes Owen's Coms Device "Can you see me?"
"Negative." John calls out.
Jack takes a step toward the mixing board.
John sighs "Now, we can."
Jack is right beneath the light. He thinks for a moment. He turns to Owen "Alright, get the Secret Service. But Ianto is under MY umbrella, right?"
Owen nods as he makes the call.