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Pemfro took another deep drag of his cigarette and wondered why he enjoyed the rush the nicotine gave him as it ran through his human biology. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this and with that thought grinned and took another drag. Pemfro assured himself that his superiors back on Almertrean would surely approve of Pem risking his human health in order to help make his disguise appear more human. Pem was still stuck on X-12 (Earth) and still wearing his non-descript human mask, puffing on a Marlboro outside the hotel his Raze had registered in. After several hours of just lurking out side the hotel while scanning the minds of e-mons to keep better than electronic surveillance on the Raze, Pem headed inside. He knew the Raze had settled into his hotel room for the night and that his bodyguard was outside the door and had just taken his pain pill. Poor bastard was addicted. He approached the front desk of the semi posh hotel and registered a room for himself under an alias, and made sure it was on the floor below the Raze. In fact as luck would have it, he got the room directly beneath; which only made his job easier. Pem loved his coincidences sometimes.

Pem entered his room with his swipe card and without turning on any lights made his call to get a replacement communicator. When the voice answered his call by asking if Pemfro had the number on speed dial; he knew the voice wasn’t going to be best pleased with Pem having to report yet another lost device. With a quick reassurance to himself that the Voice was always angry and not to take anything it said personally, Pem prepared to launch into his explanation. As far as Pem was concerned, this group had the worst possible job on earth. The Voices were responsible to answer calls from agents who are reporting missing equipment and devices, and that’s all they get to do, and no one else assists them. No one is really sure how many of them there are and it was rumored that it was only just this one voice. They have to get the devices replaced, and then they have to find the original lost piece, unless it can be confirmed the device is destroyed beyond recognition. Pem reported that the com was taken by a group of youth known as ‘painters’ and that miraculously he was unable to read their thoughts. He explained he had to choose between the communicator and the Raze he was following and proudly announced to the Voice he felt strongly he made the right decision and stayed with the Raze. He happily added that he was currently located directly beneath the atrocity now and would momentarily have him captured or destroyed, depending how everything panned out with his getting a replacement device. When Pemfro had finished his practiced explanation to the Voice he waited and got back a dead silence. Hello?

Finally after what seemed like an unhealthy pause the Voice responded by saying it was no miracle Pemfro could not read the thoughts of the young gang-bangers. It seemed that some of today’s youth were using a new drug that blocked their thoughts from Pem’s kind. An anti-dote had already been developed and Pemfro should have reported in for his inoculation. Since he didnt, the Voice announced that he wouldn’t be able to replace the device while citing some section from his manual that basically said, since Pem didn’t follow his orders to get his innoc; the voice was not obliged to replace nor find his item. Pem asked if it was possible to have the innoc couriered to him at the hotel due to the fact that he didn’t want to lose the Raze; the Voice said that could be arranged and then reminded Pemfro that his mission was surveillance and that there would be no capturing of any subject. Pem shot back with “that is exactly why i need my device replaced.” The Voice quickly ended the conversation. Pem hung up the phone and contemplated what to do next. He had no communicator and that meant he could not confront the Raze. He needed his com back. He had no intentions of dying on X-12 trapped in a time warp; he had his responsibility to Jake; he had many reasons. He firmly decided that once he received the inoculation he would make an attempt to find the painters; get his com back and then come back for the Raze. But what if the Raze left while he was out? He then decided that as soon as he was inoculated, he would call the Voice back to say he lost his communicator, and maybe add that he had retrieved it from the painters and lost it again to some e-mons with authority. That happened a lot these days ever since the N. W. O was making its moves. Only this time he wouldn’t be denied due to his not being inoculated and the Voice could replace the device for him. Pem really didn’t have time for this nonsense. His planet wasn’t suffering from some kind of economic crisis that put limits on equipment and devices. Why they were so stingy with them he never could understand.

Right then he heard the hotel manager outside his door in the hallway. He silently scanned his mind and found all sorts of goodies as the man entered the room across the hall from his. Although the manager’s office was located off the lobby on the main floor of the hotel, the room he had just entered was where he spent most of his hours while he was at the hotel. Pemfro never tired of all the secrets e-mons held. If anything, this race was never boring. As coincidence would have it this man had been having to deal with the Raze since its arrival and as with most e-mons who come in contact with Raze, felt an immediate distaste for the man. He was already planning a way to over-charge him for his room and bitterly reviewed everything the Raze has requested of him.’ It seemed the Raze planned on staying for several days and required a list of tasks be completed by the manager personally. Although the strange man would pay handsomely for his efforts the hotel manager was put off that he alone had to do the work. He was even more put off by the fact that although his mind was telling the strange man no, he will have a bell hop tend to him, he was the hotel manager and he had more important business to attend to. He was important. His voice was saying “yes sir, right away sir, I can’t get that done fast enough for you sir.’Who was that? The hotel manager was confused. His emotions were a mixture of revulsion and spite covered with a deep desire and adoration for the Raze. Pem knew exactly who and what that was. The Raze was using compulsion. He continued listening in on the thoughts of the manager. The Raze wanted 4 extra ice machines brought to its hotel suite and the manager was just thinking about calling a lobby runner to do just that when he found himself walking out of his love nest room and down the hall to the ice machine. Pem listened as he unlocked it and wheeled it to the elevator.

As Pem listened the manager began to devise a plan to get the chef of the hotel to actually taste the food he prepared, at the room the Raze resides in, before he serves it to him. This was going to perhaps prove to be difficult and he tried telling the strange man as much. With a solemn look the Raze assured the manager that once he brought the cook to his room, the cook would be happy to help. The manager believed him because it seemed he wanted nothing more than to please this wretched weird stranger, so why wouldn’t the cook want to please him too? So now how to get the cook to his room? With that thought Pem left the manager to his own dilemmas.  He had enough information. The Raze was staying for a few days which would give Pem time to retrieve his communicator, he was weak and needing ice, he was worried about being poisoned, and he was using compulsion openly. Pem left his room and went to the lobby to wait for his delivery package.

        
        
        
        
        

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