Predator
Mentally grateful for the current peace and quiet, Gaignun leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes.
That's another one we owe Vector. Helmer had just quietly informed him that if the Vector fleet hadn't arrived when it did, the Federation fleet would have fired on the Foundation, destroying it completely. In addition, they'd uncovered the Song of Nephilim, which had been attracting the Gnosis. So for now, they were free and clear. Though…The black-haired man opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. If you counted what Shion had done, that was two they owed to Vector…
Little green-eyed witch. This was not thought with heat though, but with quite a bit of affection. After mulling over the situation, Gaignun had decided that finding out the pretty brunette's secrets promised to be quite a challenge. But he didn't mind a challenge, especially when it was with a beautiful woman. And he could do it. Mary and Shelley were like sisters to him, not to mention their so-called 'relationship' kept other women and the press away. Leaning forward, he typed something into his computer, watching as the viewscreen materialized and Shion's Vector file came up.
Even looking at her file closely, you can't help but see that something's not right. To get into Vector's prestigious First Division at only 18, with no prior schooling to prepare her…and to be included in a project that was part of an overall whole, the Federation's precious Zohar Project, their last ditch attempt to eliminate the Gnosis once and for all. The natural assumption, Gaignun thought as he reached over for a cup of coffee, would be that either her father or mother had an 'in' with Vector, and made sure that their untrained offspring got the position some other person had rightfully deserved or, according to the file, had slept with someone higher up to ensure her place. But then when you looked at the information, her parents had died on Old Miltia, on that night when he'd almost joined countless others in Death, and her affair with a higher-up, namely the head of the KOS-MOS project, Kevin Winncot, hadn't occurred until a good several months into the project. And even that then had turned serious very quickly; the two were to be married after the archetype had been turned over to her Federation keepers. But, perhaps that little tryst could explain why she'd been made head of the project after his death and the loss of the archetype.
Or, as Jr.'s rather fond of pointing out, I'm being too cynical. But the black-haired man found it too hard to believe that the situation could be anything else. It was always better to assume the worst first, that'd been his experience. And if he was right, then it would be rather easy to get what he wanted.
Answers, of course. And not for his own curiosity, but for the sake of the Foundation. For someone with that much potential power within them, and with a rather odd background, it presented a bit of a security problem. Normally Gaignun wouldn't have devoted such attention to the situation, but the fact that she was so close to him and Jr. had him uneasy. The sooner he could figure her out, the better. And the process had the promise of being very enjoyable…for her and for him.