The temporal echo of the Reaper's Charis followed the box through time, showing them the next significant event in its two-day history.
The colors reformed and the palace space dissolved, replaced by another location. A modern office with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a city at night.
Q sat behind a desk and the red-robed figure stood before him, the box held in both hands.
"See that this" said the red robe without preamble. "reaches Azzuri within the week."
Q took the box. "And the purpose?"
"Insurance. Our initial plans for the Nexus Key have failed, we'll need another means to get our hands on it and on the one who bears the mark of Nemesis." The red robe turned toward the window. "We make sure the word gets out and they'll come looking for it."
"That's rather Clever." Q set the box on his desk. "And Azzuri's safety?
