[h2][color=forestgreen]Acheri Solomon[/color][/h2]
Interacting with: [@Amaranth] [@Silvan Haven] [@Plank Sinatra]

[color=forestgreen][i]Hrm.[/i][/color]

It wasn't very specific, but it did line up. The description, and the incident she described. It wasn't a hard test; it wouldn't have been hard to get a description, even a more detailed one, off anyone who witnessed one of their interventions. There were still plenty of ways she could have been lying. Exhausting them all would take more time than she had and there [i]still[/i] wouldn't be any certainty. Only a greater chance of it. But this [i]was[/i] part of her job. Deciding who to prosecute, who was earnest and honest and who was lying through their teeth. Little psychology, lot of reasoning, and a [i]lot[/i] of gut instinct.

Acheri was a big believer in gut instinct. It wasn't a whim, it wasn't some unexplainable premonition. It was you telling yourself that there was something you could [i]see[/i], even if you didn't know it yet. Tells that you could [i]perceive[/i], even if you didn't realize. Your instinct was something to trust.

And hers said the kid was on the level.

Ohhh, it was gonna be a long night.

[color=forestgreen]"Alright, Nee, I need you to trust me."[/color] There wasn't really a way to hide where the base was. If she [i]was[/i] some sort of operative, she had already found their base. Like, she was a hundred yards from it. If a criminal faction had gotten that close all they didn't yet know were the defenses, and [i]those[/i] she could keep the kid from seeing. [color=forestgreen]"... And follow me."[/color]

A little voice in the back of her head reminded her that the kid had seen her face, knew her name, and where she worked. If this turned out to be a trap she was already [i]fucked[/i]. But that was part of having faith, she supposed. So she started walking towards the clothes factory and fished two phones out of her pocket. The first, her smartphone, she used to tap out a quick text to her assistant.

[i]>Early morning insomnia. Going to need coffee and aspirin at work tomorrow, if we don't already have them at the office. Please and thank you.[/i]

He'd have them ready for her, she knew. He was good like that, even if the guy could be a pain sometimes. She pocketed that phone again, and flipped open the other one; it was a cheap, disposable phone. A burner, like criminals used. Not a notion she loved... Still, she pressed the first number on her speed dial list.

[color=forestgreen]"Guardian. Warden. On my way in, with a potential recruit in tow. Might want to make sure anyone that's not in a mask gets one on quick."[/color]