"Yes Dormouse. What is it?" Asked Alice, turning her virtual head. The visualisation space showed the head of the dormouse sticking out of the large teapot on the table. It's whiskers glistened, and twitched constantly in time with its data collection routines.
++Funding request for real world protection. Mercenary detachment requirement++
++Assassin contracts intercepted. Opposition force desperation index increased to seventy percent. Overt operations expected++
"This has to stop. I am granting you full, and autonomous, authority for the protection of the Cheshire Cat. Make sure the opposition understand that they are not to touch Caitlin."