"Do we really need to make mention of who abandoned their post?" A question asked and expressed in sardonic nature, "--Thats what I thought. Before you go off...again. This is what I have." By now if the average person couldn't figure out this merc's playbook, then that was that. Information at times was more valuable than obtaining objects, goods, and even detaining people. If they had some visibility or even a wire tap, that was prudent enough to put them in a better situation than the current. "As it stands we've got the rebels that are somewhere in Agrabah now, beyond that, the stranger that is currently the caretaker of empire property as you'd call it. Then there is that rogue kid Gavin that was most likely adopted by the rebels. If this person is who I have a strange suspicion about, he could prove trouble to the empire...he seems hellbent on killing a general from the first Division. This is also twice now the enemy has removed themselves from my detainment, well lets review, 103rd. Display." His blocks band together and splintered into a tightly night and flat paneled white screen. He structured them into life-size models of the escaped woman, and the male resident to this world. Low and behold, down to a T Salforge proceeded to marvel and Ryoko would come to appreciate something useful he'd done. The replicas began to exchange words amongst each other, the screen from the perspective of the unusual female. "When you treat everyone that is not an ally as an enemy, you begin to understand that choice is justified. Rather than walk into deceit, I chose to implement my own form of treachery. Also there is this..." There was a brief flash of what looked like the inside of a shower, before the video returned to the normal feed. It should be clear, if she remembered properly, making contact once is all the mercenary needed. The 103rd seemed terrifying, transforming immovable block into audio-visual surveillance set up. Seamlessly, he possessed fairly neutral defensive capabilities often registering with others as non-hostile, he touched Ryoko during the encounter with the rogue Gavin, he coded an entire factory simply by standing on the surface for a long enough time, an open area with just a floor, even faster. He felt like a watchdog, and in both brilliance and versatility the mercenary was merciless even among allies. "I'd like to point out that clip is no different than what film makers do in the movies when you see the cigarette burns. Quickly splicing together clips as the reel is about to complete itself. Moving on." It was uncommon for Salforge to work this hard, frankly, he was getting to within a modicum of triviality with how something was always putting distance between himself and the targets. The enemy sought to put an end to tyranny, but that seemed rather vague as they had legions of influence across other worlds. This was only the second of two full divisions, as far as their military corps were concerned. Salforge raised a hand to his chin as he listened intently, memory triggered a flag somewhere in the back of his mind. This was apart of his research that he'd done prior to becoming a mercenary...prior to being what he was now. It had been so long, this field of study was about something ancient, speculation that surrounded the old radiant garden. He raised his head with a sudden seriousness to the general. "Ryoko. You weren't specific before, just what are we dealing with here? Who is the girl really, last chance to give me as much information as you can before I follow through with my orders of execution. Have some respect for my profession, I am only as useful as the information I can gather to support my obligations." Salforge's hand fidgeted slightly, remembering he grasped at something soft about two days before. At this rate, they wouldn't make any progress if they weren't devising a playbook with bare minimum, Clacverk who could provide some support with his creatures of the dark. ------- Gavin// ------- Gavin's face peered upon Ace with a Grimace as he weighed his options, there was really only one for him. Using his noesis he weighed his chances and outcomes based on what he knew about his parents. Should he choose to abandon his instruction, he would be excecuted, banished and shamed, or a limb of their choosing would be severed. All were weighty...his family was serious, prestigious enough that their household name was respected, and therefore known only to their homeward. "I don't have much of a choice Ace...right now it's I do it or I'm dead in almost every scenario. I need to take something back from my sibling as proof of her fall. In any case, I am here to support your cause temporarily, there is still a lot I am learning about my own magic so please...be patient with me. And this..." Gavin rustled his arm inside of the sling. "I'll need another day tops before I'm in any condition to help you guys with anything...I'm really sorry about this."