She’d been in and out of meetings all day with her staff, drafting security proposals, following the passage of several bills through Congress that affected FBH, and waiting for a summons from DHS Director Odelle Marino. A summons that never came. During a recess, she’d exchanged a few words with Lawrence Ritter, the Federal Bureau of Hibernation security director. He hadn’t heard from Odelle either but knew that she’d been closeted in her offices after canceling or rescheduling all outstanding appointments. Out of habit, and before turning in, Genia checked her personal e-mail in-box. She read of her mother’s concerns for the pounding her flowers were taking in the fickle weather, and there was a short update from Clare, Genia’s sister doing a postgraduate degree in Europe. There were also a handful of funding requests from her parish and voluntary organizations, but nothing of note. Then her secure console beeped and RA scrolled across the screen, followed by a succinct Check The Post.
