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Judah spoke to the woman behind the door somewhat surprised, [color=green]"I'm here for some intel on.."[/color]He quietly muttered the next words,[color=green]"[i]The Community[/i]."[/color] If this woman had any information Judah hoped to glean it from her. He slid the document obtained from the warehouse they raided through the eyehole and waited.

To ensure he succeeded, Judah released the thought into her mind,[color=green][i]"He seems legitimate."[/i][/color] If anything it would only help his cause. Using his powers now came second nature to him. Judah released feelings and implanted thoughts regularly. Needed a drink at the bar? He would release peace or warmth. Needed grenades from a black market dealer? Fear and intimidation. Judah was almost scared of what he was capable of and even more concerned about what he was willing to go through to further the cause. Of course someone had to do it, to bite the bullet. To play hardball with the scum. He sometimes pondered what he would be, had he not lost his friends to the fires of terrorism. 

He put that thought behind him now. All that mattered was this present moment. Hopefully, this woman had what he needed. Whether it be more intelligence, a name, number [i]anything[/i] that would further their goals really. He did not have a lot to go on presently. Patriarch was proving to be a very hard criminal to track down. It would appear they would have to go through one of his lessers to get to him.