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[@AWACS][@13org][@BigPapaBelial]

Amanda’s face must be sweating something fierce right now if she was a human. After making sure that Scarlet and Mikey have locked down their area, Amanda made sure that her sneaking didn't alert any potential enemies. Making sure that her steps are light, her eyes are looking all over the place, and her hand gripping her suitcase as hard as possible. Making sure that she does not lose her melee option should the need require.

Walking out of the forest, making sure to keep her presence as small as possible. She searched the local area, a bit more rural than the city proper. The female Android noticed a vehicle being parked, she didn't have to say anything more, just one short look at it and she knew this vehicle would take them to the office fast.

Breaking the windows, Amanda quickly got to work. Using her own internal electric circuits to jump-start the vehicle. Car on hand, Amanda sighed a little, making a mental note to repay the stranger who ‘lent’ her the car in some manner.

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A group of operators approached the forest. Not minding the sleepy gas attendant. They quickly approached the forest where the magicians were last seen. All of them looked professional, able to react in an instant to a sudden threat.

These are no ordinary thugs, they’re trained operators, pretty much designed to kill a designated target quickly and efficiently. Nobody knows if they’re PMC, Former Soldiers turned rogue, or perhaps everything in-between, but just a casual look at their movements, the squad leaders’ hand signs and deliberate steps. A high level of training pretty much oozes out of them.

2 of them approached the group, not knowing where they were specifically, but definitely staking out the scene, while another 2 operatives, 2 on the left and 2 on the right, approached from the flanks. Their Soviet Era assault rifles and the various modifications made to them making deadly weapons to anyone that knows how to use it.

It appears that Scarlet and Mikey would have to ensure the safety of Faye for the moment, in the face of such odds.

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[@Martian][@King Cosmos]

Madeleine isn’t necessarily a person known to be able to blend in. Her visual appearances aside, she has lived some 500 odd years, and some manner of ancient speech patterns does tend to bleed out into her speech from time to time. She is aware of this, and sometimes she tries to curtail that behavior lest she risked not being understood by her colleagues, but sometimes, on a few nights when she drank too much. Her old speech patterns usually come out.

And while she doesn’t usually remember it, her colleagues usually made sure to remind her of how… crass she was when she’s on the bottle. Making swear words and acting significantly more wild than her typical, restrained self. They’d also made remarks about how sometimes she breaks into long speeches in some unrecognizable language, they think it is German. But it is quite unlike any German language she’d ever heard.

So it came much to her surprise when she encountered that same German, the German that she learned from her youth, the same German she saw the Kings and Queens of those old kingdoms from the 16th and 17th century make declarations, talk, and socialize with. On an Email chain out of all places.

And the contents are not pretty.

Discussions about Human Sacrifices, transactions from Mr Friedrich’s personal bank accounts to a series of bank accounts in multiple countries for some unknown purpose, discussions between ‘the lodge’ and himself, most typically with the lodge making threatening remarks about how his parents and grandparents will be cursed, tortured, or even worse should he resist, mentions about other people he socializes with. And finally, a long rambling madness of a letter, touched many times with expletives and curse words Madeleine didn’t even think one would use nowadays, abruptly ending with no response whatsoever from the lodge, or anyone really. [color=aa35a0]"Well, so apparently this lodge speaks in Medieval German, or whatever the scholars call that German anyway."[/color] Madeleine remarked, mulling a bit over her newly discovered findings.

All in all. Quite an enlightening read.

The conversation with this ‘lodge’ also yielded a very important detail. She noted a particular address during one of their Email chains, perhaps the location where this ‘lodge’ is located? Hmm, intriguing.

She was about to wrap up the investigation. Perhaps go to the lodge with Xaviron and Morgana. But just as she folded the laptop up, right at the edge of her eyesight, a piece of paper, with a peculiar seal stamped on it, opened. Curiosity overtaking her. She grabbed the letter and… well, she was very much surprised.

[i][color=00746b]Mr Raimund

Do not bother us anymore, I have had it with your constant visits in our Newcastle manor. I will never confirm nor deny our involvement in whatever witchcraft you might suspect I am in, but I can assure you that any spell patterns we may have sold to our clients are completely and totally inert and harmless.

I suggest you take this up to the overly smart people in the OMR office in Frankfurt, surely they may have a solution to your problem.

With much casternation.

Angelica Faith.[/color][/i]

[color=aa35a0]“Uhh, Morgana.”[/color] Madeleine summoned the English witch. [color=aa35a0]“You may want to read this.”[/color] She handed the letter over to her. [color=aa35a0]“Once you’re finished, I think we’re ready to go further, we have enough evidence to potentially wrap Friedrich Raimund’s case up. Strangely enough.”[/color]