[B][I]GM Post[/b][/i] Two weeks had passed since the E3 Skirmish. Now, Heinz Harper, after making his preparations, had asked every active member of The Agency to meet him in the briefing room; he had an important announcement to tell them. He had also, through Timespace, appeared at the Morning Glory Bar again, in order to offer Joshua a second job. In both places, he spoke: [i]Agency[/i] "For a long time now, we have heard rumors of Babylon, a secret brothel ran by the Mafia, which, due to the powers of Timespace, is able to fit 500 Sex Slaves, 250 of them children. We have chased those rumors -" it was an open secret that Ascot had been going on missions with the intent of tracking the location of that site, and a few even suspected what had happened to him, and cursed Heinz. [i]Morning Glory Bar[/i] ((Collab Post between Letter Bee and Joshua Tamashii)) "Joshua, I have heard news of Babylon -" "Stop, just stop right there." Joshua interupted" I still remember ATLANTIS. I lost my closest and LAST FAMILY THERE!" Joshua said, getting up, his expression livid" Are you suggesting you send in a small hit squad again Heinz? DID YOU LEARN NOTHING FROM LAST TIME?!" [i]Both Places[/i] Heinz stood up in shock, Joshua's triade affecting him in both places that he was. In the Agency, Thaz sensed the Timespace fluctation, and began thinking: [i]It's that Merc again[/i]. [i]Morning Glory Bar[/i] "No," spoke Heinz. "This time, we'll be cooperating with the NYPD; the latter, even the Practicing Magi, think that we're a bit of a hotshots, but they were impressed by how we managed to rescue 993 of 1000 people in the New York Convention Centre, without damage to the building. The Agency investigates, the NYPD provides the numbers and the muscle. Or at least, that's what the plan is." Joshua rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Im out." He said" Im not going through that shit again. Besides you got plenty of powerful mages on you. And chances are security there is tighter then Atlantis was, more magic and shit like that. Id be nothing but a burden to you all. Best you higher those hitmen from last time. Their ruough around the edges yet but they can probably help you more then I could, unless I can somehow miraculously learn to use magic." "I'm not asking you to go after Babylon directly. Rather, I'm asking you to accompany one of those hitmen, Omega, and his 'handler', Lucius, on a mission to find someone who might be of help in finding the place," Heinz explained calmly. Joshua thought about it while staring at his drink. "I'll do it for free." He said. "Put my pay towards helping those kids instead. Also, dont make any of them another Amelia. They dont need to be agents simply because they got granted inmmense powers they didnt want." "Understood," spoke Heinz. "Creating child Agents...that was the biggest mistake I ever made in my entire life; may I one day be forgiven for it." "The question now comes down to whose forgiveness are you really asking for in this case." Joshua said calmly. "Yes, yes it does," continued Heinz, his attention turning back to The Agency building. [i]The Agency[/i] "Anyway, let me continue," spoke the man. "The Search for Babylon will take two teams; one to do the actual searching, one to distract the Mafia. The first team will consist of Lucius and Omega, and possibly Joshua if I can hire him. Their objective is to 'negotiate' with The Scandalmonger, a Magi reporter adept at Mind, Timespace, and Otherness, and who, well, uses her powers to find out scandalous behavior among the rich and powerful." "The Scandalmonger lives in the Bahamas, in a heavily guarded mansion filled with attack dogs, guards, and an entire PMC (Private Military Contractor). Most of them are Nonpracticing Magi, but there are rumors that they got a hold of some Orichalcum, as well as Microwave guns that pierce magical shielding. Not just that, but the Scandalmonger herself is a powerful battlemagi, able to remove the senses of those who attack her. Beware" "As for Team Two, they are to distract the Mafia by attacking one of their warehouses, one containing cocaine. Said Warehouse is, well, in the Warehouse district, and ostensibly contains flour. However, the guards at the warehouse are more numerous, more vigilant than ones actually guarding flour, so something's suspicious. My personal hunch is, well, that it's bait." "Whether it is or not, it would gravely distract the Mafia if the bait is taken, and Conor and Silas, to me, are also the prime candidates for escaping any ambush the Mafia may set; Conor is an immensely powerful martial artist, while Silas...Silas has Timespace. Not only will they prove a harder fight than the Mafia would expect, but, well, they're also flashy." Heinz then looked at Thaz and Ascot. "Thaz, your job is to act as Liason Officer to the NYPD; I'll be honest, Ascot is more diplomatic than you, but, well, he's also 13 and illegally employed. Anyway, your job is to build relations with the NYPD and build up the force necessary to take down Babylon. Yes, yes, I know, you're abrasive, but you're also honest, while I'm not. Therefore, you will be best in building relations." "Ascot," he then turned to the boy, "Don't take this the wrong way; you're a powerful Agent and would probably do well, but, I've decided that the search for Babylon is too...sensitive for you. Instead, you, Rose, Amaya and Amelia are going shopping; shopping for new furniture for Amelia's room." Thaz breathed a sigh of relief as it meant that she wasn't going to be responsible for Ascot's well-being. "Now, this meeting is adjourned. Feel free to make what preparations you can for the trip, as well as react to the news." [b][i]A Few Hours Later[/i][/b] Omega's team would be flying to the Bahamas through plane, as the Scandalmonger's estate would be warded against teleportation. After reaching a suitable landing spot, the members of the group would then parachute out of the plane, so as to lessen their detection through magic. Conor and Silas, on the other hand, would just be teleported to the top of the warehouse, where, after a few seconds, they would be met with gunfire.