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"You've reached Quintus Falxvale, Head Peacekeeper.

In this time of crisis, I ask that all personal and non-urgent correspondence be directed through my secretary. Her number is [xxx-xxxx].

Alternately, media requests may go directly through the Public Relations office at [xxx-xxxx].

Thank you."

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[She finally gets through to an answer phone with Quintus' voice on it after spending nearly an hour being passed through various switchboards, on hold listening to the same Peacekeeper recruitment spiel until she practically knows it by heart, and having to answer the same questions from a myriad of suspicious underlings. Understandably, Emily sounds a little impatient.]

Mr Falxvale? It's Emily-- Emily Finch, that is. I know you're busy these days with your new position, but I wondered if you might help me out if you have some free time soon.

Hi, Ms. Finch. [He, for one, sounds a little perplexed--'help' could mean damn near anything, and he's not sure what might've been pressing enough for her to go through the effort of contacting him personally.] What do you need help with?

It's a little embarrassing. You said you'd been to District Four, right? To the sea.

I never spent a lot of time in Four, but I used to go to the beach in Eleven. I think that's what we were talking about.

Right. It was at Stephen's party, the beach at Four there was what got us onto it. [And now she's thinking about them dancing at that party and is very glad that he can't see her turning red.] Anyway, that means you must know how to swim, right?

Yeah. I got some lessons in basic training, actually. [Ah, now he's catching on.] You never learned, did you.

There's really not much call for it out in the forests. But, well, I'm looking for a teacher.

It's been a while since I've swam. I don't even know if I still have a swimsuit, to be honest. [He pauses, pondering that, then there's the creak of his chair as he stands.] I can't promise much, but I think I have some free time this weekend. Let me check with my secretary; it's been crazy trying to get everything together lately.

I'm sure I can get hold of one for you. I know a stylist or two, after all. [Although she's sure that he wouldn't thank her for anything that either Cassian or Beck whipped up for him. It would probably be little more than a thong.] It's okay, I don't mean to bother you, I know you must be busy in your new job and all. I just ... well, I'd prefer it was someone I know who isn't going to mess about in the water teaching me. Someone I can trust.

[That suggestion gives him horrendous mental images of something brightly colored and thong-like. He inwardly shudders.] Don't bother. I'll find one myself.

[He doesn't respond to her second statement, though he appreciates that she views him as trustworthy. She'll hear footsteps, then the muffled conversation with his secretary, from which she might catch that he isn't sharing many details about this--'going swimming' is reduced to 'visiting a friend.' Afterwards he puts his phone back to his ear, returning to his office.]

Looks like I can do Saturday evening or Sunday morning.

Let's go for Sunday. Wouldn't want to give people ideas seeing us around together on a Saturday night, after all. [She means it as a joke, but as soon as she's said it she knows he won't take it as one.]

Alright. I'll put you down for Sunday at ten. You got any preference as to where we go?

Some place quiet.

Good idea. Tell you what--I'll figure it out and call you back by tomorrow. [He's half-inclined to ask around, honestly. Even though he'll probably feel the need to sidestep why he's asking.]

[She notices him being a little vague there and hopes this isn't going to become a big deal.] All right. Have a good night.

You too.

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