Back among the rolling green hills of Jetstone, a decrypted archon in black flight-attendant raiment holds her thumbs and forefingers in a rectangle, projecting a thinkagram image of Parson in front of Wanda.
Parson Gotti: Yeah, but...
M'not sure I trust my opinion.
Wanda Firebaugh: Why?
We don't have a lot of current intelligence.