Kijani was having an unpleasant morning. She had thought that she'd take a few days off, to go steal Connor from work and find some quiet place on the beach to not think. Being in love with someone who worked as hard as herself was good, for the most part, but aligning two busy schedules was never easy. 

The reports of the attack on the Academy had taken her by surprise. When the first story came in, she thought it was a fluke. Just what could raze that school to the ground? All of those students, all of those teachers, gone. It made her stomach twist in a horrible way, and she had to bury the emotions deep to keep her mind on work.

After all, knowledge did not sleep.

Kijani had spent the years after graduation building a private information network. She had access to information that most agencies would pay hefty sums for. What she also had was the skill set to get into places that still put things on paper. Between her paperkinesis, her speed-reading, and the handy ability to remember everything she read with absolute clarity, she knew exponentially more than most people would forget in their lifetimes. All that knowledge was doled out to the highest bidder, under a pseudonym, [b]Archive[/b]. No one knew the identity of the mysterious information broker. Most people assumed it was a man. 

Kijani was careful, though. She worked through well-paid proxies, layers of security, and a lot of disguise and modulation. No one knew who she was, and she liked it that way. To the public, she was a successful businesswoman and investor, who happened to be Connor Stark's main squeeze. Maybe one day they'd get married.

That is, if they could schedule it in.

Kijani took a brief thirty second rest from her multiple screens, taking the time to put in eye drops and guzzle a bottle of spring water. Then she got right back to work. None of her criminal contacts knew anything. She had looked herself, to the same end. Usually with something this large, there was someone raring to take credit for it. Instead, there was a silence. It suggested to her that this attack was the first of many, the opening move in a much larger, more deadly game. That made her worry.

Using her personal phone, she dialed Connor's number. The phone was hooked to a headset, so she could continue to run searches, and talk as well.

"Connor... I heard." No survivors found so far, no responsibility taken... "Who's there with you? Anyone we know?" She exhaled, trying to keep the anxiety from creeping into her tone. "I know you're there, or near the scene. Please be careful. Tell me what you need from me now, and it's done." Connor knew about her role as Archive, and she made sure not to cross the path of any hero or villain. Even though she had good info on some 'secret' identities, she wasn't about to start a fresh war. Someone had already done that, apparently.