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Boone accosts the child but she — or he: it is oddly hard to tell — feigns ignorance. But I saw you at the alpha den.... Boone says “for a young person you find yourself in some grown up places. Do your parents know you’re here?”. She says she doesn’t ''have'' any parents. She looks nervous, shifty. Says she has to leave. She presses a card into Boone’s ==The Vega den==
Boone accosts the child but she — or he: it is oddly hard to tell — feigns ignorance. But I saw you at the alpha den.... Boone says “for a young person you find yourself in some grown up places. Do your parents know you’re here?”. She says she doesn’t ''have'' any parents. She looks nervous, shifty. Says she has to leave. She presses a card into Boone’s ==The Vega den==
Across the squad room, Boone hears the group commander’s booming voice.
“GRAEBERRRRRR!”
Opco leaves for an investigation.
Boone follows lead [NEEDS EVENT] that takes him undercover and into a “Vega Dens”, where supposedly legal synthetic alpha generators operate. underground clubs in London’s West End.
The Vega dealer, or “prime”, skims cash “commission” from clients but never partakes in its own product. “It’s just business.”
Not wanting to blow his cover, Boone accepts the offer of an alpha tray. It is served by a beautiful, otherworldly child. The child seems curiously unengaged. Dissociated. Boone goes to ask the child for more information but as it does the alpha takes hold and Boone falls deep into the well.
As Boone sleeps, The Romanian enters his chamber and arranges compromising pictures with the youth, then says, allright, Signa, get this schmuck out of here.
Boone wakes up in a strange room, realises he is late for an all hands meeting at the office and makes haste back to the office.
== The desk job ==
Meanwhile things slowly turned to normal for commando [[Opco Boone]] of the I.S.D.A.’s [[crack drafting squad]].
Though still shell-shocked, he has a desk job now as a once promising career ran stale and drifted into dead end — netting compliance — but he quietly bridles at the timidity of his role, the department, and the uneasy peace of the post-crisis world.  His hand still shakes and he has PTSD whenever anyone says “margin”.
His coo asks for his report. He follows him into the office and lays it down: unkempt, stuffed with scraps of paper, scrawled notes, faxed sheets.
Opco is following a series of odd coincidences which are turning him to a view that mysterious forces are gathering in the shadows, and is privately collecting evidence to assemble a theory and back his theory up. The Vega Dens of Soho are building up odd concentrations of correlation.
That is what you would expect, in Vega addicts, but Boone believes the dealers are getting correlated.
They point to the committees, models, and risk monitoring devices His nemesis in this theory is his commanding officer, Sir Stuart Palmer Jenkins, who encourages the team to embrace the technological devices and process that will replace seat-of-the-pants old style policing. Chatbots, Google glass, distributed ledgers, even though he is not really sure what any of those things are. He has a gift for the acronym, and a well developed sense of bluff.
COO cautions him to stick to his remit. “Look after the pounds and the pennies take care of themselves.”
“But — ”
“I know, Opco, but that is not in within our mandate.”
“But — ”
“Opco.” A stridency, now, to her voice. Impatience. Dislike, even.
Opco gets up to go.
“Oh, one more thing. We have a new recruits into the department. I’d like you to be his buddy. Help him get acclimatised, oriented.
“since when did we have headcount?
“We don’t. It’s a secondment from the traffic unit.
“Who is it?”
The coo shuffled her papers awkwardly.
“Who?”
“It’s Graeber.”
Oh Jesus F. Christ! Why me?
“Get your account reconciliations in, Boone. We need them by Friday. You don’t want another disciplinary. Graeber can help you.
“Fat lot of good he’ll be.”
Boone meets with Graeber, and explains the role. Netting compliance. Suggests he start with something easy like Luxembourg.
Palmer-Jenkins, who is a drill-sergeant, police captain from central casting, dresses Boone down and assigns Kommandant Kurzweil of the Double-O unit to manage and supervise Eagle Squad. Anxious to avoid the kind of disruption or embarrassment that loose cannons might yield while the World Regulator Business Day Convention is in town, Palmer assigns Boone and  weirdo and conspiracy theorist Officer Graeber to netting detail and put on the Belgian beat. “See if you two can’t stay out of trouble rousting Belgian avocats for a week.
As Palmer's bad luck would have it ''L’Hôtel des Grandes Moules Frites''  in Rue John F Kennedy in ''La Quartier Belgique'' happens to be hosting the Business Day Convention.
Boone and Graeber promenade about the ''Manneken Pis'',  Graeber harping on about his absurd (but consistently prescient) conspiracy theories, based on what he saw in Baker Street.
The pair shake down a Luxembourg netting counsel, who babbles insouciantly about aleatory contracts and is just about to launch into a lengthy description of what a company isn’t when,
they are distracted by the VIPs  and motorcades rolling up to the conference. Graeber spots the grey sedan and calls boone’s attention to it. Boone sees ...  ''the child from the alpha den’’. She is dressed immaculately and bejeweled and in the company of ... Wickliffe.
Boone follows the pair into the L’Hôtel, where there is a surreal sequence like a ghost train of different sessions, plenary sessions, break out sessions, tea breaks and so on.
Boone accosts the child but she — or he: it is oddly hard to tell — feigns ignorance. But I saw you at the alpha den.... Boone says “for a young person you find yourself in some grown up places. Do your parents know you’re here?”. She says she doesn’t ''have'' any parents. She looks nervous, shifty. Says she has to leave. She presses a card into Boone’s hand.  Barman gives a warning as Boone watched her melt into the crowd. “Careful sir. That is an agent.” He taps his nose and skies an eyebrow. “Strictly professional, if you know what I mean.” meanwhile Graeber tries unsuccessfully to liberate the waiting staff and gets thrown out.
Hacienda scene. The girl is dead. Liquidated. Regulator stands over body. Very weird. There are no creditors. No parents. No records. No police file. No-one recognises her. Only record ties her back to a boarding house for orphans. In the Cayman Islands.
CB radio interlude. It is Palmer-Jenkins. “Boone: you better get here fast. We’ve got a live ongoing situation. Suspected FWMD.
==The Vega den==
Across the squad room, Boone hears the group commander’s booming voice.  
Across the squad room, Boone hears the group commander’s booming voice.  


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Opco is scarred from his experience at the battle for Cayman brac when, as a young communications officer in the famous Eagle Squad, led by the celebrated derivatives commander David Bundie, was all but wiped out
Opco is scarred from his experience at the battle for Cayman brac when, as a young communications officer in the famous Eagle Squad, led by the celebrated derivatives commander David Bundie, was all but wiped out




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