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Several beats passed since the mysterious woman on the diagnostics screen had stopped speaking. The breach in STRIKE’s security was concerning to the director, and he had considered having the feed traced by his cyber division, however he knew that it would be futile. If this woman was capable of hacking into this system, she wouldn’t be sloppy enough to leave a traceable trail to find her. So instead, he did as she asked and motioned for the techs to cease in their attempts to find the woman.

He looked over to Arthur, who wore an expression of concern that was mixed with amusement, then to the display showing the blueprints for the weapons that she had provided to them. As he examined the plans, he suddenly felt a glimmer of hope. He had known of Nightmare’s aversion to bright light, but had never found a way to capitalize on it. The weapons that his organization had developed had only minimal effect; however these plans were beyond anything that even his organization had access to. For the first time in days, he felt like they may be on the verge of something.

However, Anderson was never one to accept anything blindly. He was not a trusting man, and his instincts had served him well over the years. He had learned a long time ago that you can't blindly trust anyone in this day and age, and he always questioned the motives of those around him. If he didn't, he wouldn't be in the position that he is now, in fact, he knew that he most likely wouldn't be alive. 

“Thank you, Miss…Archangel, was it?” Anderson finally said. “Exactly what is it that you want in return?”