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Garr Antilles had been a busy man of late. He zoomed across Coronet City in a J-Type speeder; he called through on the intercom to Clovis, his driver. "You know much about this one?" Clovis shook his head. He'd been working for the Mayor since he took office, having come with him from the army...

"There's bloody hundreds of them out there." Garr peered through his office window, down at the assembled snappers below. "Maybe we should do this sort of thing more often?" he laughed before turning away and checking himself in the mirror. He has snappily dressed a navy blue suit, no tie - his...

"...then you have constituent calls from three to five, and then a fundraiser from six through to nine. It's the 'Security Contractors Consortium' annual dinner." Garr Antilles sighed as his scheduler rattled off a collection of commitments he had forgotten had head agreed to. It was lunchtime...