Kane Ryder. As Panopticon unserstood it, Shade Walker considered him to be a valuable asset, though he couldn't for the life of him understand why. Surely, there were enough bruiser-type villains in Mutufasu that the Dark Tree shouldn't have to outsource, right? Shade Walker hadn't given him an answer that he considered satisfactory, but, at the end of the day, Panopticon wasn't inclined to go against the word of his superiors. Besides, Kane had proven himself to be easily controlled. No subliminals necessary, just old fashioned doubletalk and persuasion.

His comments were similarly boilerplate. Panopticon was no stranger to the nicknames. Rerun, Boob Tube, Idiot Box... it was low hanging fruit.

Panopticon did nothing to ackgnowledge the conversation that did not pertain to him. The new recruit was an unknown variable, to be certain, but not particularly relevant to his current assignment. The language barrier would prove somewhat of a challenge, but Panopticon could always just resort to visual communication. It was crude and unreliable, but preferable to nothing.

As if no conversation had been held at all, the TV droned monotonously Panopticon's status report.

[color=7bcdc8]"All police radio chatter is currently being selectively emphasised and censored, directing law enforcement toward the decoy team. Subliminals have been added to the broadcast to increase feelings of anxiety, though it unlikely to meaninfully impact the current situation. No interference or countermeasures have been encountered at present. Standing by for further instructions, if any."[/color]

Refreshingly to-the-point, if nothing else.