"So what's on the agenda for today?"

"We have several new reports on Clark's activities; apparently the Ministry of Peace is planning to purge a number of high-level officials, who would provide significant opposition to his plans, from the Earth government on charges of sedition, immoral conduct, and espionage and replace them with his own people. Full reports await your discretion."

"You still have concerns about Clark." It was not a question but the Sleeper answered anyway.

"Yes Sir, I do."

Bester met her gaze evenly.

"Is there anything else?" He asked finally.

"Yes Sir, one of the Dust dealers has decided to open up operations Babylon 5. Since you have had dealings with their personnel you have been temporarily reassigned to this problem." The Sleeper handed him a data crystal.

"Dust," Bester said, his voice dripping with disgust. "We should remove that from the market completely, it never worked properly. It's dangerous and has yet to create a telepath of significant ability. When do I leave?"

"They want you there by next Wednesday."

"Good, I'll still have time to see Chelsey's play. Book my flight for that Monday."

"Very good, Sir. And Sir, please give my regards to the command staff." The Sleeper smiled maliciously.

"I'll be sure to mention you." Bester promised with an answering smile. "I'll see you tomorrow. Dismissed."

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. The Sleeper spent several hours before dinner going over the reports thirteen was sending her about Clark's activities and a hypothetical race called the Shadows.

The Sleeper chose to eat dinner in her quarts that night so Talia had little trouble slipping a sedative into her 'orange' juice. It felt strange to be drugging herself, but Talia had to be sure the Sleeper would be asleep by ten so Talia could make her meeting with Alisa.

There where several other people on the car traveling between the domes, they all took seats far away from her and her gloves and badge. The negative emotions where starting to give her a headache by the time she reached the Little-Green.

The restaurant was dimly lit, a very stylish replica of an ancient earth ballroom. She gave her name and was promptly escorted to a private table at the back of the room, near a small fountain. As they got closer Talia spotted the nearly invisible hooded figure who sat in the chair against the wall, watching an ISN broadcast on the table's Viewer.

"Have a seat," Alisa invited, nodding to Talia's escort who promptly vanished. "Mute," she told the Viewer.

Once Talia was settled, Alisa handed her a champaign glass of a tinged blue liquid. Alisa opened her mouth to say something, but the viewer's sound suddenly turned back on, as did every viewer in the room.

"We interrupt this program with breaking news: Evidence has been revealed that then Vice-President Clark might have been behind the death of President Santiago."

Gasps went up from everyone in the room, except the dark haired woman sitting across from Talia. The image cut away from the ISN reporter to an image of EarthForce 1 exploding. The image froze, and a new one appeared, drenched in static. It was of Vice-President Clark, sitting at a desk.

"I have wanted Santiago dead for so long," he says. "I wasn't sure we could really pull it off. You're sure it's done?"

Another voice, a deep male voice, responded. "EarthForce 1 will never return from Io. The power is now yours, Clark. Mr…. President."