The meeting room was a study in quiet but unpretentious elegance. Three men sat at the stately oak table, a fourth standing by the window and staring out thoughtfully at the hazy morning sky. The man at the window could see the others reflected in the glass, though doubted that they noticed his careful scrutiny; for as sharp as they were politically, they tended to be fairly dull about watching what went on around them.

After the phone conference, the man who always wore blue spoke first, directly addressing the elderly man with the groomed mustache. "Do we need to discuss the ramifications of this?" Blue asked.

Mustache sighed. "I believe the report covered them," he said airily.

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