"So, who is she?" "We don't know sir. I've asked around, of course, but nobody has her on record." "You sent out the pictures too?" "Of course. Even assuming some cosmetic surgery, she just couldn't be any of the usual suspects." "Well, I guess we write it off as a loss for now, but open a file on her. Code /Omega for now. Anyone who bets on thirteen five times running, and wins them all, must have some hint of..." "Sir..." "Yes?" "It was /Eleven, sir... not thirteen." "Whatever. Just do it."
She walked slowly towards /GamesAndPuzzles, lost in thought. It was the /Game again tonight, and it was becoming quite strange, even for an /RPG.
Behind her, unnoticed, a /Butterfly landed on a security camera, and sat. Watching the watchers.