A man sat with his back to the door; eyes fixed on the plaque behind him. He let out a long sigh when he heard his communicator go off at his desk. Turning slowly around he hit the red button and said. “Do you have it yet?”<br/><br/>“No, not yet.” The man at the other end sounded extremely nervous.<br/><br/>“And why is that?”<br/><br/>“They seem to have slipped passed us sir. We can’t get them right now and its getting hairy out here.”<br/><br/>“That’s why I sent you guys there. I have full faith you will accomplish your mission.” He said though he was applying pressure to the bridge of his nose using his thumb and pointer finger. “Report back when you have them and keep me updated. We’ve worked too hard to let this slip through our fingers now.” He said and hung up. Closing his eyes he leaned back and muttered ‘idiots’.