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Two men, Master and Servant, walked side by side towards the church that was to be their base. They had arrived in the area not thirty minutes ago by helicopter. There had been significant delays, as Lancer had demanded to study their transport, in addition to every other thing they came across. Had Decival not been so accommodating, it likely would have been a deal-breaker for their contract. Now, both men gave off a "cold" impression, as the Servant had been outfitted with high-class modern clothing.

[color=dbd8ff]"When I heard we were setting up shop in a church, this is not what I pictured, and I have seen pictures of churches before."[/color] Decival's gaze passed over the various odd features and extensions of the holy building. Lancer, though, mainly focused on one in particular.

[color=7fb6ff]"How odd. You haven't yet told anyone of my identity, have you, Master?"[/color] The high dome definitely seemed like it was designed to watch the stars. Ironic, as Lancer no longer had any reason to look that way. Perhaps it would make a good vantage point for scouting, anyway.

[color=dbd8ff]"I did not. Your secret is safe with me until someone on our side asks. I see what you mean, though. That is not a normal church thing. None of it is. I don't even think it's normal for [i]this[/i] church."[/color] the barest hint of excitement touched Decival's voice. They both understood that this meant the first stage of war, battlefield preparation, was already underway.

[color=dbd8ff]"We're coming in."[/color] Decival warned those inside before opening the doors of the church. A look at the interior only further cemented the idea that major modifications were being done, as nearly all resemblance to a house of God had been lost in favour of new defences and facilities. 

[color=7fb6ff]"Impressive. Exceedingly so."[/color] Approval shone in Lancer's voice as he surveyed the room. Perhaps he found some rightness in the idea that a holy place had been dismantled in favour of function and utility. [color=7fb6ff]"I wonder... This may be the work of a fellow Servant. If a hero of industry is here, we will have much to discuss."[/color]

[color=dbd8ff]"But if they had to take apart the pews..."[/color] Decival frowned, and began moving in search of the workshop where these things had been made. [color=dbd8ff]"All the materials will be gone soon. We will have to work something out with whoever has been doing the prep work, and it might involve someone stealing paper clips."[/color]

A brief silence fell over the pair.

[color=dbd8ff]"That was a joke, Lancer. You see? Because it would be inefficient to-"[/color]

[color=7fb6ff]"Moving along, Master."[/color]

Both of them, with heads full of plans, set to work in the allied complex.