The chair creaked as Matias sat back, arms folded. His eyes met Dante, who was now examining the files. His objection to having a cop in the team were suppressed by his desire to maintain his good image. Besides, the man [i]was[/i] working with them to fight corruption; in that regard, he had to not mind the extra head, especially with his skillset.

"Probably purists," Matias commented. "couldn't handle "losing" the war so this is how they're taking out their frustrations. Gross, but typical of government, I suppose."

His body rested against the desk, elbows on top.

"They have to be taken somewhere, whether or not they're dead. Where that is, who knows. I feel like it should be in this general area, no? They're all from here, after all..."