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</div>NAME: Terry Morgan<br/>Alias: Cabal Black<br/>Age: 40<br/>Location:  Operations Room<br/>Wearing: See Picture<br/>Tagging:  Everyone<br/>Mentioning:  Emmy, Allison, Kenji, Iris<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Terry couldn't help smiling when Emmy threw the pen and said, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"No smoking"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">.   She hated cigarette smoke.  She would have applauded, but decided it was best to let the incident pass.  No need to exacerbate a tense situation.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"Why is she sitting there, that's Mothers chair, she is not mother. She never will be no matter how much she thinks she is"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Terry, who had managed to keep from showing anger up to this point, glared at Alissa.  She needed to hear what Emmy had found, whether it was the Restricted dossier or from the Matrix's behavior.  Who sat in what chair was not the topic she wanted to discuss.  Then glancing back and forth between Emmy and Alissa, it began to dawn on her why Emmy had left the music room so abruptly.  Terry had been a victim of Alissa testing her powers by entering "Auntie Terry's" mind.  It was the only time Terry had ever raised her voice in anger to any of the siblings. Alissa never did that again.  Whether it was because of Terry's harsh words (<b>GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD</b>) or because she'd found that Terry's mind was a scary place to be, who knows?<br/>
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Reading through the dossier placed in front of her, some of the information seemed to confirm her suspicions, but when Emmy put the dossier up on the screen, Terry groaned.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(46, 139, 87)">"Fuck…<b>Emmy!</b>"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Kenji's response mirrored Terry's reaction.  She sighed, realizing that Emmy was under so much stress that she wasn't thinking straight.<br/>
Still, Terry waited until the presentation was over to respond.</span><br/><br/>"Emmy, should I hope at least that this computer you're displaying this dossier on is disconnected from the Internet and has no WIFI capabilities?"<br/><br/>It was hard for Terry to not sound critical, but she was trying to gauge how much of a breach this was.  She had an old laptop in her apartment that she used to type up sensitive material that she didn't want someone hacking into.  But that computer did not have WIFI capability and was not connected to the Internet in any way.  Making it a glorified word processor isolated from the outside world.  That was the only way she could see Emmy safely displaying the dossier on the screen.  As for Emmy's online enquiries, Terry would need to know what questions she had asked online to know how much attention she had called to herself and the Cabal.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Terry then said, "For the record, I'm in."  She hadn't looked after Emmy or Iris like she should have, but she would be DAMNED if she let them get killed.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> </span>