All that Miles could think about as he grudgingly made his way into Vinda Corporations main headquarters was how long the week away at Coruscant had been. The diplomat had only been gone for seven days but most of his hours had been spent working on a secret productions project for the corporation, so much so that he’d barely caught any sleep within the last seven days.

It was close to six o’clock in the morning when Miles came walking down the restricted hallway, which was only open to top security officials. He was quite tired and irritable, but nonetheless, he did his best to muster a cordial attitude toward his colleagues, smiling and giving the occasion wave as he passed people in the hall on the way to his office.

He entered first into Ms. Kraine’s office, his personal secretary. The woman’s office was adjacent to his and there was a door that separated her office from his. He could have easily walked a few steps further down the hall and he would have come to his office, but it always seemed to be more convenient for him to enter through his secretary’s office and then through the joined door.

“Another arduous morning Mr. Johnson?”

Miles had greeted the woman with good conversation and a friendly smile, yet still Kraine seemed to see right through him.

He gave her a subtle nod and a bashful grin and she chuckled.

“Another four twenty two then, I suppose,” she said, coming to return his grin with one of her own.

The young diplomat’s eyes filled with slight mischief toward the woman and he offered her his thanks before entering into his office, shutting the door behind him before he even set eyes on his office.

Yet as the man came to shut his door his senses' immediately set him at alert and he became away that he was not alone within the room. Slowly the diplomat turned around to find today forgotten and his days before, remembered.

“.. You’re a little late for goodbye…”

Miles couldn't say anything more to the woman now standing in his office. A woman that had once upon a time, captured his heart. He'd never thought that she would be the one to destroy it, too.

"You always did have a lot of nerve. Guts, you must have that too, because I know otherwise you would not dare to show your face around me again. Though I'm stil not certain how you live through each day, knowing what you've done..."

While Miles spoke he shifted through his drawers, as if trying to find something he knew had once been there but now seemed misplaced. He found it eventually, but made mental note in his mind that his office had been tampered with. He would have to take care of that.

Raising the gun from within the drawer, Miles pointed it right at the woman.

"I've never killed anyone before, but if you don't get the frell out of here within five seconds I'm going to plaster you with so many shots that they won't be able to tell who you are when they go to identify your body."

Waiting only to the count of three, Miles shot the woman, doing to her just as he promised her he would do.


Bonadan - Miles' Condo

With a heavy jolt, Miles awoke from sleep.

It had all been a dream, a bad nightmare, that was all.

Sitting up in bed, the diplomat drew in and out some heavy breaths while beads of heavy perspiration trickled down various places over his body. Clearly shaken from his dream, Miles pulled himself out of bed.

It took Miles no more than four steps away from his bed before he noticed the blood that was spewed across his bedroom tile.

"What the... ?"

Suddenly feeling woozy, Miles felt his world spin. His eyes drifted to his night garments just before he fainted. He saw blood there.

His own blood.

It was his blood on the tile flooring.

Bonadan - Unknown Facility


Rice Manlo had been keeping Miles Johnson hostage for almost twenty-four months, but he'd managed to make the diplomat think that he'd come to stay with Rice of his own free will. Now the poor man hadn't the faintest clue how he had come to be here or why. Too many drugs was all Rice could decide.

The poor fellow had come to him in confidence, telling Rice that he thought himself insane. Rice, of course, being the great doctor he was, labeled the diagnosis, stress.

Extortion was more like the truth.

As Miles' personal physician, the amount of trust given toward Rice was endless.

It was all very simple. Rice would treat Miles for his "insanity" until he had sucked Miles free of every credit he owned, plus more.

Even if he had to go through The Vinda Corporation to do it.

Bonadan - Miles' Condo - Video Holofeed - Seth Vinda

"...Mister V, please, I'll make good on it, I swear. I'll pay you back every last credit."

Miles' brow was drenched with sweat from the pressure he was under, his nerves, scrambled. He needed to get doctor Manlo his money, and he needed to get it soon.

He couldn't tell Vinda why, he didn't know why himself.

Not only that, he couldn't tell what was up and what was down anymore. What was truth and what was a lie. What was real and what was fake.

Bonadan - Unknown Facility

"You get me that frelling money Johnson!"

Coruscant - Secret Productions Project

"These are the blueprints for the structure. There is a set deadline and Mister Vinda has asked me to oversee the project for the time being. I'll only be here temporarily, just until the reconstruction plans for VC's main headquarters is set to begin. The project will not be spoken of outside of these walls. Headquarters had several reports indicating a leak in our intelligence group.. most of the culprits have been apprehended, but we still need to be very careful. Also, there has been a rise in..."

Bonadan - Vinda Corp - Main Headquarters

Miles is sitting at his desk, looking through overdue bills that he has yet to pay, concerning his condo.

Bonadan - Unknown Facility

Rice Manlo begins to inject what will be Miles last drug dosage.

Just a few hours later, Rice Manlo will die of a heartattack.