The older woman, with dark hair and eyes, light brown skin and a shapely figure even in her age, was sitting at the desk when Katherine arrived. "Hah..." She said, looking up from her moniters, "You're here. Good."<br/><br/>She stood up from the desk, going over to her bedroom in the adjacent room, "We've got a problem... A big one." She produced a bottle of scotch and two shot glasses, setting them down on her desk and filling them both. After downing her own, she offered the other to Katherine, "Someone's trying to get into the vault."<br/><br/>"I don't know what they want, but... we can't just open up the door and greet them." The Overseer sighed, "They've been at it for a day now, and it doesn't look like they're gonna quit. Simply put, we<em>have</em>to do something."<br/><br/>"And frankly, I think you're the only hope we have." She said emphatically, "There's another entrance, under my office. Maybe you can use that to go around and figure out what they're up to." The woman looked down at the baseball bat laying against a drawer, the cap nearby. Fleeting memories of a distant past... a past that she was not around to remember.