[h2][center]Steven Fan[/center][/h2]
Fremont's deliberate attempts at throwing Steven off were working just a bit, even if the lawyer didn't show any hint of it on his face. There were far worse things to be staring at in Hell's courts, after all—he had seen a few of those firsthand, no thanks due to the Yama's tests before forming the contract.
Of course, they couldn't have [i]hurt[/i] him, but the knowledge that such things and such places existed was enough to burn into his mind without having to worry about losing sleep.

"Targets vary depending on what headquarters wants us to handle; they can range anywhere from taking out a single person to dismantling entire underground crime rings or things that go a bit beyond that, if what my superiors have mentioned is anything to go off of. Both the membership and library card should be handled in a few days should you put in the request via your representative—in other words, me, and your request has been placed under consideration. We have a few bases that you can use for both of those purposes anyhow, so it shouldn't take too long for me to approve them," he stated, stopping the car as Fremont's last question came through. The subject of 'how many people' wasn't something that the prosecutor wanted to touch on all that much either, but this was one of those questions that was going to have to be answered one way or another.

"As for your last question... Well, I can't say I know everything, either. Not how many forces our group employs in this city, at least—its influence reaches across the nation, that much is for certain, but as of right now we don't have that many personnel in the city that can actively fight. Mostly logistics and support. Other than that... It wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say that one wrong step would make the entire world your enemy. This rabbit hole reaches far further down than I can see, and I've already gotten this far."

With that, Steven sighed and calmly opened the door to the car and let himself out.

"In any case, we've arrived," he continued, beckoning the large man to exit and locking the vehicle once he did so and passing a key ring with a key on it to him. "Your room's on the eighth floor, so go check it out. Should be filled with the basics, so just let us know if there's anything you might want to put in a request for. Of course, your results will likely change how those pan out, so please, do your best. I'll be waiting at the nearby bookstore should you finish checking this place out; apparently, there's some things to be handled today. See you later."

With that, the lawyer waved and began walking away. There was enough confidence in Fremont to not cause another scene so soon after leaving jail, and it wasn't like he needed to babysit his now-coworker. That would betray the implicit trust that had been built up until now, and building something like that back up from scratch, no matter how small the progress might have been, would be far harder than any other thing he had done until now.