[ we auctioned off our memories in the absence of a breeze ]

[baelhat]

Who: Baelheit and Miriel (with bonus Milly!)
Where: Mintaka Industries
When: Immediately after his meeting with Megatron
What: Mintaka Industries is under threat by the Decepticon forces. Time to hide its most valuable asset: the synth-en formula.
Warnings: UNCOMFORTABLE AMOUNTS OF MATH, Baelheit family problems, THE USUAL

The moment that Megatron's avatar has left his office, Baelheit contacts Miriel. There is absolutely no time to waste. He may have bought himself a few hours, but he knows that Megatron was not convinced by his show of acquiescence. He is uninterested in giving Megatron and his troops the means to leave this planet, or worse, attack it...especially without receiving anything in return. Perhaps he would have accepted a trade, if only to cut their losses down to something acceptable, but Daimon's whispers in the back of his mind have urged him to take a different course.

They cannot be allowed to come to possess this information, Julius. You mustn't give it to them. The formula is yours by right, and no one else's. You need it, and you need the Cybertronians. Your work won't be complete without them.

What should he do, then? What would Daimon have him do?

Hide it in plain sight. Use the resources at your disposal. You have more than just tools and toys, Julius, you have so much more...

He doesn't bother with an email -- in an uncharacteristically urgent move, he pages Miriel over the building's PA system, his tone brisk and professional as ever. "Dr. Frost, please report to the head office immediately. I must speak with you on an urgent matter."

While he waits for her to arrive, he sends a text message to Milliarde. He and Daimon have already begun to formulate a plan -- as ingenious of one as they could on such short notice -- although Daimon seems more than ready to tackle the matter at hand. If he wants to keep the formula out of Megatron's possession, he'll just have to make it that much harder to find.

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[baelhat]

There's a hint of mild surprise on Baelheit's face before he relaxes, leaning back into his chair. "I appreciate your concern, Dr. Frost. But there's no need to worry. I've worked hard for over ten years to build up Mintaka Industries; I have no intention of dying before I see my efforts come to fruition. I have taken measures to ensure my own personal safety. And if all else fails, the underground labs at Mintaka are the securest part of our firm. Even Megatron would have difficulty breaching their full defenses."