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"Link accepted, you're a go, Controller Gustav."

The Arbiter looked at the communications tech and waited, a faint static emitting from the speaker.
The tech avoided the Arbiter's eyes and tweaked the dials a little more, "Go ahead, Controller."






"..ere? This is Controller Gustav, do we have link?"

"Ye-,"

"We can hear you fine, Gustav. What's the situation down there?" the Arbiter leaned over the speaker.

"Everett 32 has eliminated Subject: J. I repeat, Subject: J eliminated."

The Arbiter pursed his lips, "That's excellent, Controller. I was a little worried how working with an Everett might be for you," he paused, seemingly unsure. "Controller, how closely are you following '32'?"

Silence, then, "He reports to me regularly, sir. Is there a concern?"

"I'm afraid Everett 16 may be taking an interest in this."

"I see, sir. Is there anyone from Sebastian Group who might...curtail him?"

The Arbiter sighs, "You're the only Controller I trust over there, and with you in the field, it's tricky. And with Foreste-ah, '16' so close to the Doctor, I don't know if I want to go that route. I just need you to keep your eyes open, least they decide to get involved."

"I understand, sir," Gustav said, his voice distant over the time lines.

"You're doing good work, we should be able to wrap this up soon."

"Thank you, sir."

The Arbiter motions for the tech to sever the link, but then, "Sir, did you 'OK' the Director sending in the military? These Time Fragments are easily collapsible, a force that size cou-,"

"Link severed, Arbiter," the tech said, shutting down the equipment.

"Dismissed."