It took a while, but Fionn’s brain was finally catching up with the rest of his body on this whole ‘being awake’ thing. Just in time to listen to the briefing as well, as Fionn took his seat. His mind wandering onto what could possibly be the subject of this secret operation. If this were a novel, it’d be some kind of ‘fate of the free world’ sorta deal like some crazy dictator getting a few dirty bombs. Then there would be a globetrotting adventure visiting (and maybe destroying) some popular landmarks, eventually culminating in a final showdown with the big bad in a very cinematic way. The results being the world being saved, the status quo upheld, and maybe a book deal and a film about it. Though what Fionn ended up learning did not shock him, it was surprising nonetheless. At first, he was skeptical, thinking it was simply finding a pattern where none existed. It did not help that a group shrouded in conspiracy (and which probably did not even exist) was to be blamed, but Fionn conceded that it was worth investigating. Entertaining the thought this ‘Silent Line’ group existed, what would be their goal? Usually, in the pulpier novels, secret societies try to control the world by influencing the events going on, installing puppets in important positions, and of course having a method or two to control the populace. Kidnapping some experts in the sciences would definitely help with a few of those, especially if one of the eggheads were developing tech that could be weaponized or to control others. What about the political heads? That seems more of a ‘hold for ransom’ or ‘personal vendetta’ sort of deal than a ‘world domination’ sort of thing. Unless in the plausible, but rather unlikely (in his mind), event the Silent Line thought they could control them or the even less plausible idea that they were trying to make doppelgangers of them that they controlled. Fionn was snapped back to reality before he could consider the matter any further, as the fox started on his part of the briefing. Though the last part was more interesting. For all the lack of care he tends to say he has, weaponry always did have a place in his heart. He tended to like the bigger guns because in his mind, if it couldn’t gib someone into a fine red paste then it was not a gun for him. Ending on that thought and before leaving, he turned to Silverwind before speaking. “I am not partial to the idea of hunting some boogeymen, but if they do exist… Well sir, just supply me with the biggest gun you have and I’ll make em real dead, real quick.” He said with a half-smile, before heading towards his designated bunk, intending to get a little further though a novella before breakfast. --- Fionn was a little more than halfway finished with the story, a particularly notable staple of Horror. It is a tale from an author long dead, but who established a legacy that still resonates today. Fionn has read through it once before, wanting to read it a second time to dissect the themes and philosophy within. The plot follows a narrator who, wanting to explore his family history, hears of a small town that he considers might be worth a visit. In usual horror fashion, the narrator elects to ignore the warnings he heard of the town, considering it superstitious nonsense, and finds more than he bargains for. Needless to say, he ends up with the whole town conspiring against him and a shocking revelation of his genealogical history. Thematically, the story serves as a tale of inherited guilt, given that the narrator’s revelations of his family history and the consequences he faces because of deeds done by his ancestors, but not himself. The narrator realizes that he will eventually reap the consequences of the actions his ancestors have sown, and eventually accepts the fact. Before Fionn can read any further, his pebble alerted him of a message from Maxwell. After letting out a small growl of frustration, Fionn elected to join Max and (presumably) the others. He figured it won’t serve him well to be the ‘loner’ of the group. Though not determined to make friends, at the very least he should interact to some degree with them outside of missions. --- Arriving in the room, he was surprised to see it practically empty before realizing breakfast was over. ‘Well, guess I fed my mind at the expense of my body.’ He thought, hoping lunch would be coming up soon. ‘Least I’m not feeling too hungry, I’ll be fine.’ Quickly scanning the room, it was not hard to find the others given the scarcity of people in the room. It seems at the moment it is just Maxwell and Vonys. Fionn made his way over and plopped himself in a seat right at a pause in the conversation they were having. Taking a brief moment to scan the both of them (Who both seem to be at the tail end of waking up), and to consider his words carefully as he is not one to throw them lightly. “Figured I’d take this opportunity to actually introduce myself since we did not do much talking earlier… I am Fionn and I'll be handling the Heavy Weapons. You probably thought I was shy, quiet, mute, or otherwise not much of a talker. That’s not entirely the case as I can be quite gregarious, its just that I often have little to say.” Fionn said softly. He did not have anything else to say about himself, at least not something he wanted to share with people he just met only hours before.