Deputy Grand Master Jac Cotelin walked through the hallways of the Dark Council chambers towards the office of Seneschal CyberGuy. He had tried to use the comlink several times over the last few days, but nobody answered on the other side.
Therefor, our beloved DGM decided to take a look inside to see what was going on. He knew Cybey probably wasn't doing his job anyway, but usually he at least always answered incoming calls. As Jac approached the office door, he noticed the doors were locked. Using his über-handy-DGM-override-code he unlocked the door. Stepping into the office he noticed that nobody was there.

Lord Cotelin walked into the office and went to Cybey's desk, where he found a letter:

_Your Eminence, Lord Jac Ae-Sequiera Cotelin,

Knowing you, I kinda figured you would use the security override code I had my Praetor install for you in case I wouldn't answer. I wanted to tell you this personally, but I totally forgot.

JaM3z and I will both be on a leave of absense for the coming two weeks. We figured we needed some time off from the intensive work we're doing for Rebirth, so we contacted some friends and decided to go into uncharted territories and enjoy ourselves.

Don't worry bout our skills, as we're always improving them wherever we are. We're still learning how to drink booze the way Vor does it, but it will be one of our main focuses so we expect to have mastered that skill by the time we get back. Also, we will be trying to find ourselves, so if we get back before we return, don't let us go, but keep us here till we get back.

We'll be back on The Thirtieth of the Seventh month of the Year of Our Lord Firefox Two-Thousand and Four.

Signed in Darkness,

The Excellent Dark Side Adept Cybey Q. Entar, Seneschal of the Brotherhood, ACC Architect and Morph Hall Technician

The Honourable Krath Pontifex James L. Entar, di Tenebrous Arconae, Consul of Arcona, Praetor to the Seneschal, ACC Architect and Morph Hall Technician_

After a few moments of silence, Jac ripped the letter into several pieces before leaving the room. Angry, he walked the way back to his own office, muttering something about having to kick that good-for-nothing MAA into doing some coding work.