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Anxious to avoid further disruption or embarrassment from loose cannons while the Joint Association Working Group’s Business Day Convention is in town, and the precint is overflowing with the luminaries of Military Financial Complex, Palmer assigns them  Graeber to Boone’s to netting detail. “See if you can’t keep him out of trouble for a week would you.
Anxious to avoid further disruption or embarrassment from loose cannons while the Joint Association Working Group’s Business Day Convention is in town, and the precint is overflowing with the luminaries of Military Financial Complex, Palmer assigns them  Graeber to Boone’s to netting detail. “See if you can’t keep him out of trouble for a week would you.


Boone is unhappy but has no choice. He starts to train Graeber on netting and assigns him Luxembourg as his first jurisdiction. Boone’s attention is distracted for a moment and Graeber is gone. Not realising netting is a largley a desk job, Graeber has made a beeline for an advocat's office in Av. John F Kennedy in the Belgian Quarter. Boone follows him and catches up with Graeber who shaking down a Belgian netting attorney, babbling mindlessly about aleatory contracts. Boone hauls him out and they remonstrate on the street by the ''Manneken Pis'' when Wickliffe’s silver sedan rolls by, catching Graeber’s attention. Wickliffe tells him to forget it
Boone is unhappy but has no choice. He starts to train Graeber on netting and assigns him Luxembourg as his first jurisdiction. Boone’s attention is distracted for a moment and Graeber is gone. Not realising netting is a largley a desk job, Graeber has made a beeline for an advocaat's office in Av. John F Kennedy in the Belgian Quarter. As Palmer’s bad luck would have it, ''L’Hôtel des Grandes Moules Frites'', the venue for the Business Day Convention, also happens to be in the Belgian quarter, in Rue J F Kennedy.


As Palmer’s bad luck would have it, ''L’Hôtel des Grandes Moules Frites'', the venue for the Business Day Convention, also happens to be in the Belgian quarter, in Rue J F Kennedy.
Realising the scope for disaster, Boone makes a beeline for the quarter, where eventually following powers of deduction, he finds Graeber shaking down a Belgian netting attorney, bbruised and bloody, babbling mindlessly about aleatory contracts (Graeber shouts “YES OR NO GODDAMN IT” and the advocaat has just launched into a lengthy description of what a Belgian corporation isn’t when Boone arrives, hauls him out and remonstrates with him on the street by the ''Manneken Pis''. At that point Wickliffe’s silver sedan rolls by, catching Graeber’s attention. Wickliffe tells him to forget it and focus on the netting, but then sees the ''the child from the alpha den’’, dressed immaculately and bejeweled, emerge from the sedan in the company of — ''Julian Wickliffe himself''.


Boone and Graeber Graeber harping on about his absurd (but consistently prescient) conspiracy theories, based on what he saw in Baker Street.  
Boone and Graeber follow the pair into the L’Hôtel, where they lose them in the hubbub — there follows a surreal sequence of hallucinogenic images, like a ghost train of different sessions, plenary sessions, break out sessions, tea breaks and so on until Boone suddenly finds the child, propped up against a bar, looking anxious. [multiple identical clone children]


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 accosts the child but she — or he: it is oddly hard to tell — .  


Boone says “for a young person you find yourself in some grown up places. Do your parents know you’re here?”


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.  
“If I had parents I guess they would tell me not to talk to strange men in seedy bars.” She regarded him confidently: big, brown eyes. “I guess it’s your luck that I don’t.


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.  
Boone reminds her of the Vega Den, but she feigns ignorance, claiming not to recognise him. “Vega den? what kind of child do you think I am?”
 
Barman offers a drink. Boone snatches it.
 
She looks nervous, is scanning the room. “I can’t be seen here. Nor can you. It wouldn’t be good for you.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.
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.