[b][center][color=lightblue]Elijah Quaid[/color][/center][/b]

Peering over the streets and looking at the oil-sleet as it came from the sky, Elijah scrunched his nose in disgust. He was used to weather like this back in Midgar, but it didn't mean he had to like it. His little loft room was only lightly decorated, with little more than a bed, a few chairs, and a table with a map of the city over it. It wasn't really his room as much as it was the Revolution's. Kaidan and his group of rebels had set up Elijah as soon as he had arrived in the city- at first it was to see if they could hold him prisoner to use against his father- An Asgardian invasion, magically razed safehouse, and several broken bones later, the Revolutionaries decided he might be more useful contributing his knowledge to their cause. While technically an outsider and an Asgardian to boot, Elijah had earned the trust of Kaidan's right hand Berrick, and for many, that was good enough.

The past few weeks they had been laying low, as they had been focusing on building safehouses and securing secret routes rather than perform raids on Asgardian targets- as a result, Elijah wasn't needed for as many of these operations. Thus, Elijah had spent the better part of the last few days sitting in the loft, grumpily leering at passerbys on the streets below, and writing out more detailed specs on Asgardian unit tactics and gear, and how to overcome them using unconventional tactics and equipment. If some of the other revolutionaries didn't like him, they at least liked what he brought to the table- information, and potent manaweaving- there were scant few amongst the revolutionaries, and none could keep up with him. 

He wasn't the only one confined to loft, some of the other revolutionaries had been stuck in the safehouse with him- too much movement caused the Asgard patrols to notice more. Some three other revolutionaries lounged around the room, one sleeping, the other two playing cards. There were a few more downstairs on the ground level, working as a pair of watchmakers, for appearances' sake. 

The relative silence of the loft was broken by the sudden banging of boots on wooden steps as a man sprung upstairs, startling the loft's population, and drawing more than one firearm in his direction. Disarming themselves as they recognized the man as one of their runners, the courier breathed a sigh of relief and handed the letter over to Elijah.

[b]"Your eyes only, kid."[/b] the courier said with a pant, shooting a pointed look at the other rebels. Elijah nodded as he ripped open the letter and quickly scanned its contents.

[color=brown][b]"So? What's the job? What're we going to do?"[/b][/color]

[color=lightblue]"Well, [i]I'm[/i] going to an undisclosed location. You guys can wait here until I'm back."[/color] Elijah said calmly as he stood up and grabbed his battlecoat. Gracefully pulling the coat on, Elijah picked up an ivory sword hilt from the table and slipped it into his belt. Without another word, he quickly went downstairs and left the building. 

Pulling his hood over his head, Elijah walked down the street with confidence, the magic treating on his coat repelling the oil-sleet as he walked by. The coat had long since had any insignia on it removed, and while still clearly of high quality and rarity, was not so out of place in Tyberia's more expensive neighborhoods, which incidentally was where Elijah was headed.

As he approached the address given to him, he saw two men standing in front of the door, speaking to the butler. They said that they were here for a repair job, but their manner of dress- at least to Elijah marked them immediately as those who involved themselves on the opposite side of the law- not unlike most of the other revolutionaries. Well, at least he had the right place.

Elijah calmly and easily walked up to the door, walking past both men and the butler without a word to either. No sense making up fake shop talk if they all knew why they were here. Walking into the dining room, where Kaidan, Oscar, Ada, and the prominent nobleman Lyle sat. Nodding respectfully to Oscar and Kaidan, and cautiously to Ada, Elijah took a seat at the opposite end of the table, where four chairs had been arranged for him, and he assumed, three others.