"I see. We'll just have to fare even better." She noted as another personnel approached her and handed some documents detailing reports. "How did the meeting go, your Highness?" Lindon queried as he now stood beside the illustrious leader of the Science Department. He was one of the researchers present at the establishment of Utopia, but gave his position to the Princess after assessing her character after a few exchange of words. She did not remove her eyes on the documents in hand. "Childish squabble." He gave a hearty laugh at that before settling himself down. "But, that is the nature of humanity. I do hope you weren't too harsh with them your Highness."
At this point, Krisalis removed her eyes from the document and looked at Lindon who was an elderly man with his graying hair and wrinkled skin. He was old, but anyone could tell that in his younger years, he was quite a specimen to look at, but that wasn't her concern at all. "I simply reminded them what they should do. We all have roles and that is all." He could see well, that she had been strictly raised in a world solely meant of order and rule. Well, she was meant to be if this man-made tragedy did not occur. "Of course." He had a smile on his face as he bowed his head, then he remembered something. "Ah yes, he is here waiting at your office, your Highness." There were no need for any further descriptions. "No one is to disturb me then. Handle things here Lindon." She then went to her office.
"Find these rebels and the ones responsible for the breech." Well, that was not much of a different from his other missions so far. "All right, that won't be too hard, but isn't finding the rat within Utopia, is now that musclehead's job? It's a security breech now after all." She leaned on her chair and answered it without any formation of doubt. "It is however, he is useless in this situation." He shook his head and laugh at her words, because she was basically saying, "You're saying he's an idiot, aren't you?" There it was again another glare as he settled down. "Anyway, I'll report once I get the information you want so, those grunts can swoop down for the kill." He never took a seat as he went towards the door, but before he could, she spoke again.
"As for the breech, I want that traitor dead." This was interesting, he looked over his shoulder to assess her expression and turned to face her. "Well, we did crush other rebels in the past, but that would always be in self-defense and a trial is present. Also, that would be the Military's jurisdiction. But, it's different for this spy?" She looked at him with an eerie calm. "Traitors have no place in Utopia and a virus must be eliminated immediately." He has that amused smile on his face and the shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I'm no assassin. I just feed information." She answered in retort to that. "You are no saint either. Do it." She was rather bossy, isn't she? He released a sigh and turned his back at her. "I'll see what I can do." He then left the room.
Krisalis closed her eyes for a moment and felt the swirl of emotions inside of her. She was keeping them all at bay, never allowing a crack on be seen on her. She opened her eyes and reached for her pills. She took a pair and then also retrieved her pocket watch which originally belonged to her grandfather, King Wilfred. "I will not disappoint you. I'll revive this world. I promise." She muttered under her breath as she kept the pocket watch. That is why she will be relentless and stern with her beliefs, because it would be the only way that things can be done. As for the rebels, she was not keen on making them understand. They have their own faith and she would not change it. This would simply be a battle of the wills, and she has no intention of losing in anyway.
On the other hand, the man given the directive to retrieve information meshed himself well with the crowd, even with his striking appearance. He was able to downplay it and go under the radar. He soon reached the gates to the outside world and was actually wearing an ensemble befitting of someone working in the power plants. "Whoever said that paradise doesn't have any problems?" He said under his breath as he went to the power plant he would be working on, while on the way he lighted a cigarette and took in the nicotine smoke with such pleasure. "Time for work."