Ebenezer's leg bounced as he sat in the Survey Initiative HQ. His anxiety was showing quite obviously. So much in fact that no one was sitting anywhere near him. Or sitting at all. The other eleven were all nicely lined up. [i]Lambs to a slaughter[/i], his mind supplied. Not that Ebenezer cared. Instead his eyes jumped from person to person, never settling on anyone or anything. He had been so close to not coming to this meeting. Despite the veiled threats directed his way. That the CMAS had used the Headmaster at Duvell had only served to agitate him. The only reason he was here was because of one man. 

Ebenezer focused on the words the woman who was speaking. If Ebenezer thought too much about that man, he'd think of his name and his face. Which would mean trouble for that man. Ebenezer wasn't the only one with demon problems. And while they hunted him, it was nothing compared to what they were doing to find that man. 

The woman's droning voice was a nice anchor for his mind. Not even Imp's swaying could distract him. His task here was to determine what the CMAS wanted from him. And maybe a few other things along the way. Prove demons were real, find ancient ruins, the usual. 

"Cold." Imp hissed. It's reptilian voice was flat, much like the woman who was still speaking.

"[color=0072bc]You are?[/color]" Ebenezer asked curiously. Imp always spoke in riddles.

"Her. Cold." Imp's claws dug into Ebenezer's shoulders as it swayed. It's great black eyes were wide as it stared.

"[color=0072bc]Interesting.[/color]" Ebenezer murmured. He already knew she could care even less than him about other people's lives. This [i]crew[/i] they established could all die and she wouldn't care. CMAS never would care about any lives but their own. Which was why they forced him to stop his research. They knew he was onto something. Those demons that pulled CMAS' strings didn't like that not one little bit.