[color=gray]Sel'ket stopped to listen to the pointless bickering between the once-Greek and the once-Roman. She rolled her eyes, these people were still arguing over things that happened centuries ago. When threats were beginning to get passed around, Sel'ket interjected, [color=white][b]"I should remind you both that we're all brothers and sisters at this table. And that you two should have already figured this issue out before gunpowder was even a thing."[/b][/color] The tone in her voice was impatient.

After she got their focus back on the actual topic, Sel'ket listened to their plans. She noted all of the options, [color=white][b]"Excellent points by all of you. But it wont be necessary. I've been tailing Two-Six for a while now and I have an insider to feed them misinformation."[/b][/color] her eyes shifted from each individual to the next, [color=white][b]"What I'm going to need, is one of you to make the false information seem legitimate. You'll need to be present and put up a good chase, make it known to them that you are, in fact, an Immortal. They'll think they're in the right spot. Don't stand and fight, just keep leading them away from the rest of us."[/b][/color]

Sel'ket leaned forward on the table, clasping her hands together, [color=white][b]"The rest of us will be collecting this new immortal and bringing him back to Atlantis. So we're going to need some fast transport on standby for when we get him. Who volunteers?"[/b][/color][/color]