OCCULTA

Written by: Chris Fennell, Anne Grimm, Megan Hasenwinkel, and Rachel Seow

Written for Vibs Petersen, FYS 27
December 11, 1997

PROLOGUE

The room is cold. It is filled with metal and glass - almost barren of all life. There is a sterile, un-lived in smell in the air, almost like a dentist's office or a library. The thin carpet is gray and the walls painted to match. There is no furniture in the office, save for one mammoth, mahogany desk, and a single lamp throws harsh light over its counter. By this light a thick finger can be seen gliding back and forth across the desktop. The person attached to this finger is motionless, except for the movement of the digit. The Executive sits behind the desk staring impassively at one blank wall. In fact, all the walls are blank, but the Executive seems not to notice or care. The Executive simply sits.

And stares.

In this light The Executive appears elderly and kind, but a slight shifting of expression reveals a cunning unseen before, and a danger as vital and real as an unsprung trap. This person is powerful; it can be seen in the eyes, the face, the position of the spine, even the movement of one finger across a desk.

The power of The Executive is not physical; The Executive is small in stature compared to other citizens of Pullus. Rather, it is the sort of power that can only be found in a zealot, someone who firmly believes in their ideals and will stop at nothing to see them realized.

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