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Melville politely listened to everything that everyone spoke. He could tell there was still some uneasiness in the room. That was to be expected though. After all, Most people in the room had only just met and they were expected to perform an entire mission together. No one could reasonably expect the group to gel together and become comrades at the drop of a hat. The Guild did have some rather bizarre practices that didn’t always make sense.

Still, Melville had things to do. He had to go get the documents from the printer and start to think of a plan. Everyone else could just go do their own thing. He had wondered how many of them actually thought they were on vacation? It didn't pay to think like that however. It would ultimately lead to resentment of his newfound allies. Walking off, Melville would make his way down the newly revealed stairs to investigate. The underground facility seemed to revolve around a single central corridor which had been painted rather unimaginatively white. To the left were all of the dorm rooms: small units that still managed to fit in a full sized bed and a ensuite somehow. On the right housed the gym, meeting room and a second kitchen/mess hall. It seemed entirely plausible that you could love down here with no one upstairs ever being aware of your existence. 

Walking into the meeting room, Melville surveyed his new surroundings. The room was dominated by the table in the center. There was a TV and a laptop mounted to the far wall with a printer in the corner. The sole light in the room was based above the table and really helped to give the room that 'underground' vibe. Walking over to the printer, Melville noticed that the print light was flashing, something was waiting to print. It must have been the documents that Aloysius had promised to send. He must have finished eating. Releasing the print job, Melville watched as the printer spat out sheet after sheet of printed paper. Once the job had finished Melville scooped them up and took a seat at the table. His fingers stroked through the pages subconsciously as he began to digest the rest page of information. 

It become apparent quite quickly that Aloysius had sent over alot of information. Realising he wasn't going to be able to digest the information in one go, Melville began to skim read instead, spending time looking at pictures and titles instead of the small print. As he was done with each piece of paper he would slide it into the centre of the table, creating a neat grid of paper. 

[color=#ffa500]"Well. There is certainly alot of information." [/color] Melville muttered. Mostly to himself, but also to anyone who had joined him in the room. [color=#ffa500]"So the nightclub that Sakura runs ended up becoming an impromptu hang out for the Rebellion it seems. Sakura may be afraid to talk. We will have to be careful. As for the warehouse. I doubt anyone is even there now. It is probably picked clean, but it is worth a look, just incase they left anything behind."[/color] Letting out a soft sigh, Melville slowly raised his hands and ran them through his hair. He wasn't stressed out at this point. More tired. Travelling had taken a lot out of him.