Introduction to the Foundation

You wake up. The room you are in is a rather large hotel room. The wallpaper is a collage of dark colored paisley rows. The lamps in the room are a antique style that remind you of the thirties. Beside your canopy bed is a nightstand. A telephone rests on the top next to a San Francisco telephone book.

As you go about your standard morning routine you hear the phone ring. You go and answer it.

"Hello. This is Mr Evens, your host. I would like you to join me for breakfast in thirty minutes so we can discuss your new assignment in San Francisco. Do not be late." You hear the phone hang up.

You get dressed and you head down to the lobby where Mr. Evens waits impatiently for you. Mr Evens is a tall man, 6'6" maybe taller. He is well-groomed and is dressed in a light gray suit with a maroon dress shirt. The clothing is expensive.

"What took you so long? You're ten minutes late. I don't want to hear your excuses. Come with me." With that, Mr. Evens proceeds to the parking grarage of the hotel. The car he stops at is a Cutlass Ciera. He gets in and unlocks your door.

The drive is uneventful. In fact, it is almost creepy. Mr. Evens doesn't speak to you. He never glances up from the road. He seems almost robot like in his driving.

You arrive at the Fleur De Lys on Sutter St. You enter the restaurant and the maitre d' looks at you with a frown. Mr. Evens walks up to the maitre d' and hands him a large wad of bills. Mr. Evens says, "I would like you to ignore your dress code for this particular person. Do you have any objections?" The maitre d'looks at the money in his hands and waves you though.

Mr. Evens leads you to a table in the corner. The high class atmoshere makes you feel like you're being charged a large amount of money just sitting there. A waiter walks up to your table and begins to speak a foriegn langugue to Mr. Evens, completely igrnoring you. When Mr. Evens finishs speaking, the waiter leaves. You sense that Mr. Evens ordered for you. How kind.

Mr. Evens turns to you and begins to speak. "I'm Mr. Evens regional director of the Foundation on the west coast. While you are operating in San Fransico you'll be reporting to me. You're to proceed to Foundation headquarters at 333 Embarcadro suite 707. There you'll hand the secretary this card." Mr. Evens hands you a white plastic card about the same size as a credit card. "From there you'll be briefed, equiped, and assigned your first case."

The waiter arrives with breakfast. Escargo with a side of toast. As you give Mr. Evens a strange look he replies, "Don't worry, yours is on the way." The waiter soon returns with a plate of hot croissants, fresh fruit and coffee.

You eat in silence. Mr. Evens refuse to talk over breakfast. At the end of the meal a tall man approaches. He has long, thin, wiry, corpse white hair and is dressed all in black.

Mr. Evens motions to the man. "Mortimor will drop you off on Embarcadaro. Enjoy your trip." You follow Mortimor out of the restrant to a black sedan. Your trip with Mortimor is as eventful as your trip with Mr. Evens.

Mortimor drops you off in front of 333 Embarcadaro. You proceed to suite 707. As you walk though the door you are greeted by a cheerful, young, attractive secretary. You present the white card to her, and she smiles, then points to a door.

"Right though that door and welcome to the Foundation."

You walk through the door into a small office. A sleek black glass desk dominates the room. When you enter, the man behind the desk, motions you to a chair.