[Center][h2][color=darkslategray]Edmond Grandure[/color][/h2][/center]
[center]Location: Compound, New York
Interaction: [@Cio][/center]

	"Whatever happened to not exposing ourselves unnecessarily?" a voice spoke softly through a small earpiece. Not much time had passed since Edmond's companion had returned. In the short time since their conversation, Edmond had made his way into the compound through the usual method: He signed some paperwork, and spoke to the Peacekeepers. Sure Heidis was a help in streamlining the process but how much influence do you expect to have when you're not even the main supplier of equipment. Even so, the process was leagues easier than if any of the devo ever wished to leave, even for a short while.

	Wandering the streets in various states of disrepair Edmond stopped at a small cross street. The remains of a bank behind him facing a series of marketplaces that once upon a time were small businesses, one of which was a grocer. He took pause looking at the various people who walked by. Dressed in slacks and a clean dark blue button down while carrying a metallic briefcase. He stood out. While that got him the occasional glance, he was mostly left alone.

	"I'm holding off on our prospects for the time being. It would not do to have so many gathered in one place. Once they scatter and we establish a schedule then we can move forward. For the time being this is more of a personal project. Useful, insightful, and to collect as needed, I'm sure we could benefit from each other." spoke Edmond silently to himself, but just loud enough for the earpiece to transmit. He leaned against the fogged glass of the abandoned bank looking at either side of the moving crowd, searching.

	"I get what you're going for, but the usual method is not going to work."

	"I know, which is why I'm going to try reason."

	"And you think she'll just let you?"

	"I don't see why not. You're familiar with this place. You and I both know what generally goes down here. If I can offer something that is outside her realm of possibility, then it could be worth it for her." The conversation paused for a minute as a couple of passersby walked in front of Edmond towards who knows where. Edmond watched them go as they stared back at him in return. As the distance between them grew, both parties attention fell back to themselves.

	"She probably knows who you are and what you've done." said Edmond's mysterious friend matter of factually. 

	"Most definitely, even if only in passing." Edmond smirked.

	"If you reveal too much, there is no going back."

	"No. There are ways to bring about forgetfulness. No one is invincible to my touch." Edmond took a glance at his watch. Looking back up he looked out over the crowd to see if he could spot who he was looking for. Finally coming down along the way was Oxley. Ending his conversation, a parting word of "don't blow it" Edmond jogged across the street to meet up with her. He stopped just in front of her path so she would also. Taking a moment to composure himself, Edmond stood professionally before her.

         "Greetings, Ms. Oxley, my name is Edmond Grandure." he said clear and politely placing a hand over his chest. He smiled. "I have come to speak to you about a proposal I expect will help improve your quality of life. Would you care to listen?"