Director Wu didn't know what to do

For some reason, the Council had decided to drop the Dragon Angel Cult portfolio in his lap, as if he didn't have enough on the table already.  How was he going to contact  ghosts of some race that had transcended to a higher plane (whatever that meant), and try to negotiate with them for ....for what exactly?  To send back two HSS officers who were officially deceased?  Their families had already held services....on the news, the Signal Frigate Elf had been lost with all hands in a gross reality disfunction, on deep frontier patrol.  The Director was sitting in a government apartment deep in the bowels of Moon City, in a blue funk, as it were.  The screen was showing some old James Bond movie, with the sound off, while the sound system pumped random old funk-punk.....Wu was eating popcorn, and drinking gin and tonics, one after the other.  "Damn" he said to himself, "I'm getting all stressed about this."  Suddenly, a nicely dressed, somewhat elderly, lady of seeming Chinese descent walked through the apartment wall, and stood quietly regarding him across the room.  "Huh?" says Wu.  "Do not be overly alarmed, my dear boy.  I am here on official business, representing the Dragon Angels.   I am in fact family of sorts....I am Madame Wu, and I've come to take you to the missing officers....and then we'll see what happens.  Is that alright with you?"  The Director was somewhat flabbergasted by this turn of events.