<strong>Location</strong>: The Ritz-Gospel Hotel (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). Elevator to Conference Hall 01<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Morning<br/><strong>Who</strong>: Julie Tanaka<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Maybe they should look around at all their non-destroyed communities and non-torn-to-shreds loved ones if they want to see what they’re paying for.</em>She was more than a little jealous regarding the latter, but immediately pushed that line of thought aside. Julie did not care how bad the economy got—for anyone to begrudge the needs of the Grigori Program felt inexcusable to her. Of course, she did not dare say any of this aloud with Indira glaring at them. “Completely understood,” she replied with conviction, allowing no hint of what she had been thinking to show in her expression or tone.<br/><br/>It occurred to the prospective pilot that there was some humor in the fact that she had to handle the Director of Public Relations in the same way she had to handle the press. Julie would never want to lie to any of them, but they would all get the most sugar-coated version of the truth possible.