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[color=red][sub][i]Location | Crow’s Nest - Telescope & Strategy Room
Time | Febuary 23[sup]rd[/sup] - Morning
Interaction | Various Squadmates[/i][/sub][hr][/color]
Ajax had been largely quiet up to this point; ever since they left the presence of the Provisional Government’s representatives. While they came to The Commune with an offer that would benefit both parties, Ajax had his suspicions. Why not just send a team of their revenants to retrieve the mistle sample…? Potentially another attempt to subtly recruit them to Cerberus’ ranks again. It hadn’t been the first time that they came to convince him and Erik to return. However, Ajax’s mission was not complete, making the notion currently unthinkable. 

Still, as Erik had noted on the way back, they did need the blood beads. While they did have two humans, for the sake of their respective health, it wasn’t ideal to use them as a source of sustenance unless absolutely necessary. Thus, going into the Ruined City was going to be the action.

While in the room, Ajax had kept quiet as the others offered their comments and questions. The city in question was close, one that they had only scavenged the outskirts of prior to this. He found himself agreeing with Dallas’ statement regarding the miasma situation. To be lost to his rage, but it only took a small contraction of the substance to trigger it. While true that it had been years since the last incident, even now the voice of thirst and fury whispered in the back of his mind.

This led to thoughts of routes through the city, which had high concentrations of Lost prowling. Ideally, despite their new members’ eagerness to fight, lower populous areas would be best. Thirteen visible via the telescope implied an intermediate population, as there were always more that they couldn't see until they got there. Returning to his thoughts from earlier, it was entirely possible that the provisional government [i]had[/i] sent in their own recon teams with negative results.

He was soon to speak but he caught a new scent that gave him pause. Focusing in on it, there was a familiar earthiness to it. Recognizing it not to be a new scent at all, Ajax’s head turned in synch with Akaia’s entrance. Briefly did he check her for injury, of which he could see nothing notable, but that was where Poppy’s expertise came in. The Sword greeted her with a simple nod in acknowledgement before she had been whisked away.

With his hands in his jacket pockets, he stepped towards where the map had been placed. Barely managing to see past Erik’s terrible handwriting, Ajax studied it briefly before eyeing the sempiternal sitter and posing a question:

[color=red]”Given what you saw, which sort of the Lost did you see the most of…?”[/color]