The Councilor looked at his data tablet, reading the message the Director had just sent. It held the details of a mission for a selection of candidates to undertake, with a high risk, as usual. With a small sigh to himself, he got up from his table and walked to the intercom located in his room in the Paris-Class UNSC Frigate [i]Mother of Invention[/i]. He sent out a message to the Freelancers on the ship instead of telling the entire ship. "Agents Colorado, Nevada, Virginia, Georgia, California, and Alabama, please report to Training Room C. I will be there shortly to brief you. Councilor out." He turned and looked through the small viewport in his room. The view of a nebula undergoing a plasma storm dominated the space outside. Humming a tune quietly to himself, he looked over the mission objective once more, considering a few different options. However, the mission could be put off for a few days, so maybe he could let the Freelancers train up a bit before they were sent out. Either way, they were already en route to the training room, so it was time to oversee the exercise. The Councilor left his room, sealed his door, and began heading down to Training Room C.