A traitor in Xanadu. I never thought it possible. Someone polluting and corrupting this legendary place, selling out to the most vile and disgusting organization that has ever existed. My blood boils.
"Why do you suspect this?" Daji asks with unnatural calm, but I can sense the volcanic explosion underneath.
Patient and watchful, we await Kubla Khan's answer. He paces with such intensity that he reminds me of a Chinese Sherlock Holmes. All he needs is a deerstalker and a pipe.
"I doubt that the Consortium could have accessed the broadcast of the Luxies remotely," he says. "I'm well aware that the Mythical Cops and the Celestial Committee concluded that they hijacked the transmission remotely."
Kryptosia clears her throat. "We just said that because we had reason to believe that it MIGHT have been an inside job. Unlikely, mind you, but we needed to consider every possibility. My superiors wanted it kept quiet."
