Kuroaki Isuzu said:
...Better that than to have tried to forcefully subdue me," Melisson said as she turned away to look at the conference tables. "You may keep the clothing I wore; I hear they were of elvish make - perhaps it would look good on you."
...and suddenly, with a flap of falling clothing, Melisson was gone. It was like she just... ceased to exist.
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Attaching the her own personal sense-memory of the confrontation with Melisson, Isuzu looked over her report one more time, adding a few finishing touches here and there. She'd given a concise rundown of the security measures that were in place in the conference area, the situational developments as she understood them, and the procedure they had followed in both the evacuation of the area and the attempted apprehension of Melisson- mostly, though, she let the data speak for itself. It wasn't her job to interpret events.
It was almost two hours after the 'incident,' and the concourse was finally starting to approach some degree or normality. Even a full station sweep hadn't been able to locate any trace of Melisson, but neither had it reported any other anomalies. Shifts had changed, the detail around the conference area was again complete and normal traffic through the area had resumed. Her shift was due to end soon as well, so Isuzu waited patiently at her station by the doors and sent the report to central security via a maximum encryption channel.
Thus far, she hadn't been pulled away to be dressed down for letting Melisson escape, but the potential for reprimand still loomed ominously in the future- and she still had to deliver the Interpreter's 'message,' too. It would have been mighty nice if Melisson had been a bit more specific about whom she was supposed to deliver it
to; she’d assumed it was for Senator Kurokawa, but by context Melisson might have meant Prince Tio, or all of Yamatai, for that matter.