Kite had arrived at the drab brown building that would host the Free Council meeting well over two hours before. Cog had volunteered his second floor apartment for the occasion, which Kite gladly accepted. The efficiency was spacious enough for one person – a small room with a TV and game console, a kitchen area, and a sufficiently large fold-out table – all arranged for easy maneuvering, despite the cozy nature of the apartment. Several bags of food and drink were still on the kitchen counter, and the refrigerator and freezer were well-stocked with various soft drinks and ice. Kite had taken the precaution of setting up an easel with a medium-sized whiteboard, in case it was needed, and various accouterments to assist planning and discussion were spread across the table he was now studying at.
The subject of Kite’s attention were a series of papers that detailed – or, at least, were supposed to detail – some of the history of the Free Council in Sacramento, as well as the resources they supposedly held. However, the puzzled look that Kite wore indicated that they were less than clear. “I don’t understand any of this…” he quietly whispered to himself. Kite took a look at the banker’s box he had grabbed from the hostel - it was labeled ‘FC’ with a sharpy... and it was also the only one with a glyph of High Speech written on it. He turned back to the papers that were now spread entirely across the table. “Maybe the files were moved? Maybe I grabbed the wrong box?...” Kite held the bridge of his nose and sighed. “We’ll, I hope Rosh can make some sense of things. It’s weird though, he hasn’t been answering his phone, or any text messages.”
His shoulders sagging in defeat, Kite began to collect the papers and place them in a folder, arranging them so that they made some semblance of order. “I guess there is nothing to do but wait for Rosh and the others to come, now…” he figured.