Rahzel looked around his office at the odd assembly of personalities he had gathered in his office. A lot of strong, clashing personalities. The sooner he got this over with and returned them to the wild, the better.

Nate was standing by Rahzel's desk pretending to look at a venue map. The man was obviously uncomfortable indoors, but was taking it in stride. Rahzel had called him in early and apprised him of the delicate nature of the situation. He probably revealed more than he should have, but he knew that Nate would understand the urgency and he would also be discreet. Just as he thought, if Nate felt any judgment towards Brodi, it neither showed on his face nor in his words.

Psymon was sitting on the couch by the door, where Brodi had sat less than 24 hours ago. Rahzel wasn't sure if the boy was talking to his tattoo to distract him from Zoe's flirtations with Moby, or if he really hadn't noticed them and was simply talking to his tattoo. With Psymon, either explanation was plausible.

Zoe and Moby were sitting right beside Psymon, wrapped up in their own conversation regarding some punk band Rahzel had never heard of (and considering that Rahzel had spent a good chunk of his life being a DJ, that was saying something.)

No one had been able to find Eddie, and he wasn't responding to his M-Comm. Neither JP nor Luther had shown up, either, but then Rahzel actually preferred it that way. And the younger set definitely didn't need to be here for this.

Well, he thought, might as well get started. He began by passing out printouts of a still from the security cameras.

"OK, you clowns, listen up. I'm sure you've heard already that there's a serious situation brewing."

"The serious situation, boss, is pulling us off the mountain when the conditions are such perfection right now."

"Cool it, Moby. This won't take long. You can return to trying to break your neck in about 15-20 minutes. Now, as I was saying…"

"Who's the chick talking to Brodi?"

"If you'll let me finish a sentence, Zoe, I'll get to that. Brodi knew her in college, and she's a bit obsessed with him. Brodi is worried that she might try to hurt someone."

"Surfer has a stalker? Too cool!"

Rahzel leaned against the front of his desk and crossed his arms in front of him. "Uh, Psymon, did you miss the part about "might try to hurt someone"? Oh, never mind. Look, this woman is seriously unbalanced. Security has banned her from the lodge and from the events."

Zoe leaned back in her seat and stretched out her legs. "So if she's been removed and banned, WHY are we having this meeting? And where exactly is Zen anyway? No one's seen him in two days."

"I have seen him. He's laying low to minimize contact with you guys. Like I said, she's obsessed with him. He doesn't want anyone to get hurt just because of association with him."

"How very bloody nice."

"I ALSO," Rahzel glared at Moby, "wanted to show you guys the pictures because the more people we have aware of this woman, the less likely we are to have her slip through security. And I'm sure I don't have to remind you that we have a particular responsibility to the teenagers."

"I have a particular responsibility to ME." Psymon stood up. "I won't let anyone get hurt if something is going down in front of me. But I'm nobody's bodyguard."

Psymon stormed out before Rahzel could respond. Rahzel just shook his head. "I guess the rest of you can go too. Uh, Nate?"

Zoe and Moby looked at each other in surprise. Nate hadn't said a word the entire meeting. Not that he was ever that talkative, but he'd been so quiet they'd both forgotten he was here.

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget what I asked you."

"Right on, boss."

He left as well, and Moby started to follow, but turned around to face Zoe.

"Care to hit the slopes, love?"

"Go on, I'll catch up. I need to take care of something with Rahzel."

"Suit y'self."