[Jacob]

Member #1: "It is von thing that this maniac infiltrates the perimeter, Iraxx. But it is something else vhen he infiltrates the ACTUAL building(!)"

The static of the radio kicked in, giving signal that the members were awaiting for Iraxx to reply with whatever pathetic excuse he had. Iraxx was sat in his office this time, listening to his superiors bollock him down the radio.

Iraxx: "Sir. I am looking into it now, i will make it my personal duty to ensure that no other Orkhids of that sector be murdered or tortured."

There was a brief moment of static once more.

Member #1: "Indeed. Out."

The transmission cut out, leaving Iraxx to plan his next moves. If he sorted this out he could be ever more closer to that promotion he needed so desperatly. Climbing to his feet, the Orkhid cracked his neck and stepped upto a jug of Coffee that was situated to the right of him. Slowly he poured the hot, black substance into the paper cup and thought about the incidents that had occured over the following days. Taking a sip of the Coffee Iraxx stepped around his office, looking through his partially closed blinds at the dazzlingly, beautiful scenery. He took another sip of his drink and turned, he quickly placed the Coffee in a cup holder and pushed a couple of buttons on his comms unit, leaning forwards he spoke into it.

Iraxx: "Hey..."

His voice seemed to be full of exitement and yet desperation.

Receptionist: "Yes, sir?"

Iraxx: "Get me the Council as quickly as possible, tell them its urgent."

Receptionist: "Hold on one moment please, sir."

There was a brief pause and then the sound that indicated he was being patched through. He stood up and brushed back his hair with his left hand. Breathing exitedly.

Member #1: "Iraxx...Vhat do you vant now?"

The Orkhid smirked at his superiors rudeness and knew that once this was all over would be thanking him for a 'job well done'.

Iraxx: "I have a plan, sir. I think i may know how to capture the ki..."

Member #1: "Ve figured that Commander. Now, Vhat is it."

Cracking his knuckles Iraxx sat in his swivel chair.

Iraxx: "Tudone. He will be able to help us!! I dont know why i didn't think of it first!!"

Mumbling could be heard from the Council.

Member #1: "Tudone is dead, Iraxx. He betrayed us..."

The inferior Orkhid smiled once more. He knew for a fact that Tudone was alive as after his 'death' Tudone had contacted Iraxx. Telling him he was safe. Lets just say Iraxx had a major part in Tudone's betraying.

Iraxx: "What if i told you he wasn't. And that he may help us with this investigation..."

Member #1: "Vhat is this, Iraxx? Some sort of saonce? If Tudone is, miraculously, alive. I see to it that he isn't alive much longer...understood?"

Frustrating as this was, Iraxx kept his cool and still spoke calmly.

Iraxx: "With all due respect. Tudone may be the only one to help us...And if he is killed, then, the hope of catching this killer die' with him."

Wyles: "Damn you Iraxx. What is it you are planning now, hm? What is it? Another one of your schemes to get a promotion?"

Wyles butted in. His voice raised and angered.

Iraxx: "My 'scheme' is to merely put a stop to the murders and to advance the Orkhid race. Why does everything i do have to be about promotions? Why cant you trust me for once, Wyles? Hm?"

It was the first time he had ever called one of his superiors by his/her first name. It was dangerous doing so, especially in a tone which was as bitter and fury filled as that. He heard mumbling and what sounded like harsh whispers being exchanged by a number of members.

Member #1: "Get vhatever you need. Ve vill be calling back in half an hour. Sit tight. Out."

Iraxx smirked and sat back in his chair, placing his feet upon the desk he smiled and closed his eyes. Imagining all the doors that would beckon him once he recieved his promotion...