• Nothing that Blade did really interested him anymore. The various items or magic no longer held any ground for him to get excited about. He held the same interest with people as he had always done, but that didn’t change much at the moment. His plans were coming together, and he was slowly gaining a grip over territories, but a soft and gentle kind instead of the harsh and demanding ones that everybody else seems to have gotten. Blade only was biding time until he could finish studying all the issues of the territory he was looking at.

    Blade sat there, reading papers like usual. The yo-yo merrily swung under his hand, and the kid wasn’t missing it for a few reasons. Suddenly he came to a fault in the facts he was given, and pulled out a pen. He looked at the information, and then slowly put the pen down. What if facts were correct? What if facts in both cases were true, and suddenly what he had been worrying about actually was true? A shadow faction, while an interesting aside, always had more implications than he was willing to deal with by use of people.

    While the informant did have a few issues with his job, there were none that would be solved by complaining to his boss. Sure, quitting would work, but in reality the issues were never with the actual work. The amount of office romance that went around didn’t surprise him, even those who were of the same gender didn’t surprise him after the introduction of the science department, where just looking made you wonder what was wrong with somebody, but after talking to the psychology department you figured out that it was you that had something wrong with them, and after that you could figure out what was wrong with them.

    The loose hanging papers didn’t really detract from the neatness of the small room, nor Blade’s charm. The load of weapons really didn’t suggest anything to an outsider aside from giving them the intended mistake of thinking that he wasn’t the head of a rapidly growing corporation and also that they were dead if they had come to kill him. The ribbons hanging all over had code written on it, but really they just looked like fancy decorations, the flowing colors very eye-catching and relaxing. The rest of the room was well kept, and the personal files that all fit into something the size of a paperclip made it easy to hide, but surprisingly hard to lose.