Ms. Wytt leaned against the limo and pulled a nail file from a hidden pocket.  She began grooming her nails, blowing and studying them in turn, as she waited.<strong>"The drones?  They're controlled from offsite.  I wouldn't worry about them."  </strong>She informed Paradox.  She glanced up at Billy's flirtations, then rolled her eyes and went back to her grooming.<br/><br/>The entire area, Cassandra noted as she looked into the astral plane, was awash with the memory of pain and anger.  The floor itself had impressions left on it, and she was willing to wager that someone had died here, possibly recently.  She didn't notice any watchers however.<br/><br/>The interior of the office was cramped, with a pair of desks back to back and filing cabinets taking up most of the walls.  There was a ladder leading up to a hatch onto the roof, and windows that provided a good view of the hangar.  The desks were, rather oddly, covered in paper.  A quick glanced revealed long columns of numbers and letters that looked to be in some sort of code.  There were also a few sheets of electronic paper, all displaying the local weather forecast, and a holo projector that had been left on to create a dancing, 6-inch tall, naked woman on the desk.<br/><br/>Billy didn't see anything outside of the hangar except for a LEBD-1 drone that seemed to be set to circle the hangar.