It was two days later, when Blake found himself in the factory again.
Charlotte found a person who was a representative of the rebels.
"They recently had one of their major bases raided. Many were captured and either enslaved or executed." She reported. "That means that they are in a desperate position... you can push for more favourable terms."
The two stood in front of the conference room.
"Squeez them dry." Charlotte's smile was a shark-like.
Blake entered the conference room - as requested, the talks would go one on one. That did not change the fact that there were secret cameras installed in this room as well as couple of turrets, ready to deploy on his order.
As Blake entered the conference room and door closed behind him, he found himself facing the representative of the rebel faction, sitting on the table and waiting for him. One, Mercedes Tejedor.
Looking at her, he noticed that she was most probably unarmed - it would be hard to hide weapons on her with those clothes.
"Welcome, senator Blake Orange. I am Mercedes Tejedor." She introduced herself.
It was easy to notice, that the woman dressed lightly... with exception of her high-heeled boots. Those were little out of place. If she wanted to hide a weapon, it would be there...