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Otto von Habsburg 
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That's why [i]they[/i] were late. The news poured in slowly at first, with multiple conflicting accounts, but with Archer's information, it was now certain. This event would mark the thunderous beginning to the War. 

The restaurant had locked the doors and covered the windows, shutting down and protecting those that were to seek refuge from the terrorist attack. The Menton itself wasn't terribly far from the epicenter of the event, within a sprint's distance for a magus at least. Otto had been one of the very few who had decided to leave, when offered shelter. He now ran, his clothes that he only wore for the nicest of occasions flinging themselves every which way from the wind. He hardly even noticed how cold the wind was, or the beginning of the gentle snowfall. 

[i]Good tactical sense, Archer. Act as you see fit until I can arrive.[/i] Otto relayed, through his link, to his Servant. In his current state, it was hard to focus on the images and sounds that were shooting through his brain. He couldn't make out much of what his Servant was experiencing, but it was obvious that Archer was well in position for an ensuing attack. 

The night air of the city was heavy on Otto, with only the cold winds, distant gunshots, and sirens to call him towards the action. This would very well be his first test as a Master in this war. If he could arrive on the scene, he may not only be able to gather critical information, but protecting the secrecy of the War would only serve to win him outside supporters. There was no doubt an incident of this level would be draw attention, of course. That being said, Otto did not intend to weave into the middle of this battle, placing himself in the most amount of danger. He was eager for a fight, but not for suicide. 

Panting as he sprinted, Otto checked the name of a street sign as he turned a corner. Only a block away, now. He could hear all sounds of war, from gunshots, to explosions, and even inhuman roars. Despite the near-constant sprint Otto had been in, his speed only picked up as he ran closer to the source. The adrenaline he could feel begin pumping in him, even though his mind stayed completely clear. 

It would be only a short matter of time until the Head of Habsburg was upon this Boston massacre.