[center][img]http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/NMShape/coollogo_com-8436315_zpsd02f9fa5.png[/img][/center] [h3]One Week Later...[/h3] Isaac sat in silence aside from the occasional light tapping of keys on his laptop keyboard. He sat towards the rear of the library at LHU, his back to a wall; allowing a clear line of sight to any and all people who might wander his way. He adjusted the thumb drive, checking it was properly connected and lowered his eyes to the screen. He’d been puzzling over the old man in the hat for days now, ever since he ripped the surveillance footage from the factory he’d trailed Pax Metahumana to. The factory Doctor Diplodoc had made his video in. He hated loose ends, and knowing that one of their number – Effigy, no less, someone who could mimic appearance and powers of anyone he came across – was still at large didn’t sit well with him. He opened the video file with his laptop’s video player as he had so many times already this week, he knew the events by heart. There was no audio, but he didn’t think it would help anyway. Diplodoc went to the massive sliding doors, two of his “associates” pulled open the giant doors revealing an old man with glasses and a hat carrying a large box, with a loop of cables on top. Isaac recognised it from on top of the Chalmers building as one of the devices. Diplodoc took it from him and offered him an envelope. The old man put his hand up and shook his head, presumably refusing payment and walked away. He’d pulled fifteen hours of footage altogether, and nothing that would help him lead to the location of capture of Effigy, but it was this 20 second bite that bothered him most of all. There were other unseen players involved. Or at least one, and when you— “Isaac?” Boss key. [b]“Hmm?”[/b] Isaac looked up from his screen, blank-faced, trying to remember the name of his (much younger) fellow student currently standing over him. “The Dean wants to see you.” Brian—Braydon—no, Brandon. It was definitely Brandon—said to him. Isaac fought off the urge to say “What the hell did I do now?” and turned off his laptop and disconnected the thumb drive. He’d seen Brandon only once or twice. The few occasions he’d jumped on the field and scrapped in one of their impromptu rugby games out on the practice field. Brandon was a stalwart regular. Isaac, unsurprisingly, given his… other activities, was not. [b]“I know where the Dean’s office is. I don’t need you to hold my hand.”[/b] Isaac grumbled as he finished packing his stuff. “Ha! No, I’m supposed to go over there too.” Isaac racked his brain trying to think what this could be about. They didn’t really share classes. Brandon, he thought, was chasing an Econ major… or at least was taking a very different curriculum path than Isaac whose classes were largely set around law. The pair walked into the Dean’s office and closed the door. Half an hour later, Isaac walked out, closing the door reverentially behind him and strode off with new purpose… …for about five metres… Then, brow furrowed, he began to wonder what the hell just happened in there and what he just got himself in for. This was not part of the plan at all.