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As the mercenary stood to leave his contact simply nodded and gave a thin lipped smile. "I'll inform our employers of your confidence and expect that they will not be disappointed." As War Pulse nodded the seemingly emotionless man waved him off and with that the mercenary had departed. Randall lingered by the table for several long moments as the waiter finally brought out the drink that War Pulse had ordered previously. A single tilt back of the glass downed the drink and there was no sign of discomfort or really any reaction at all. His gloved hand slipped into a pocket and pulled out a phone. 

He dialed a number and midway through the second ring someone picked up. "It is done sir." Randall spoke. "The mercenary will be tested and the girl brought before you." A moment later. "No sir I don't anticipate any problems and you should have the answers you seek soon. Of course I will keep you informed. There should be nothing here to threaten the projects."

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Within an unused warehouse, not the same one that had been so incompetently assaulted by a band of fools, an unusual woman worked. One of the walls had been practically covered with a branching series of images and notes, some of which were date stamped in ways that had to be mistakes. It was this wall that the woman was currently staring at. Her strangely canted orange eyes moving over the network of images and notes that she had assembled. It had been unfortunate that those fools had stumbled across her previous workplace, she had been forced to dispatch them, not that it had been difficult in the least but it had meant she needed to relocate quickly again and finding a new building had taken time. 

She had briefly considered consuming the human Eric and using his dwelling as a base of operations but the thought had been repulsive for several reasons. Alsia had been conditioned not to see humans as a food source, and there was an odd emotional attachment that made her dislike the thought despite the inconvenience that operating out of another location while still residing in his residence caused her. 

Her eyes had once again swept over the wall to fix on a particular image. A flag that had not flown in many years with two sets of three red diagonal lines around a strange hooked symbol flew above.... Her attention was suddenly drawn away as the security system she had upgraded alerted her to a presence in the vicinity. Another crop of foolish disgraces for bounty hunters rushing to the slaughter?