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[b][color=B19666]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]623 words (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=B19666]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]8/20 EXP (LVL UP PENDING)[/i]
[b][color=B19666]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Detroit[/i]
[sup][b][u][color=B19666]Interaction[/color][/u][/b]
Geralt's [@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN] and Giovanna's [@Lugubrious][/sup][/center]
"[color=B19666]Merely making a suggestion,[/color]" the former inspector replied cooly with a slight shrug of the shoulders, seemingly unfazed by the Witcher's snark before turning to look at the Medabot zooming off towards where the hulking cyborg had stomped off to "[color=B19666]Hmm, it appears majority rules.[/color]" he would have preferred returning to headquarters back in the less dangerous part of Midgar though he was hardly surprised at Giovanna's insistence to accompany her, after all she was originally the person he was supposed to find and detain. 

Benedict knew full well the security was tighter than Shinra's grip on the city itself, which was to say it was outside of the Public Security Divisions jurisdiction though he was more than aware that DespORHado was no easy group to keep a close eye on. Dolls were round every corner, patrols making rounds on every which way possible it was almost as hard for him to not say [i]'I told you so.'[/i] as it was for the other agent not to whistle, keyword [i]almost[/i]. 

Putting a bit of distance between themselves and the veritable army of Dolls, both the former inspector and agent seemed a little less on edge though still wary of their surroundings as they both were trained to be. The change of atmosphere was a welcome one for Benedict, from the dingy and decrepit streets of Detroit to this quaint little bookstore. The antiquated furniture reminded him of House Wolffort's council chamber lined with books on wooden shelves.

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Sitting opposite to the secret agent, the Turk had removed his glasses to clean them with a white kerchief squinting as Giovanna welcomed the others. Benedict nodded acknowledging the two automatons and the little furry blob after placing his glasses back on, though he refrained from eating the strange food they called pizza it looked most unhealthy to him like a piece of bread baked in grease and cheese. 

Benedict sat back, keeping an eye on the door out of habit and curiosity as he watched people come and go from the restaurant though he had looked away to advise the tiny Nopon to maybe slow down except the look on Tora's face made the Turk pause and turn his head slightly in the direction the Nopon was staring aghast with food filling his mouth,

Several agents warily removed their 'disguises' moving to a table towards the back of the restaurant, lead by a man he didn't need to look at twice to recognize. Detective Zenkichi Hasegawa, he should have expected he would be here after all he was assigned to following leads in this part of the city, more crime requires more than just more enforcement after all. 

Benedict laced his hands together in front of him, he nodded curtly to the other man before he discreetly whispered to Giovanna "[color=B19666]This might be an opportunity Miss Giovanna,[/color]" he was watching Zenkichi closely behind the rims of his glasses as he spoke obscuring his mouth with his hands in front of him "[color=B19666]You see I am acquainted with that gentleman, he might be useful as they say 'if we play our cards right'[/color]" he was certain if he had been under the influence of Galeem so would the Detective,  and if they could somehow free him he would be a useful asset to their team.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend or so they say, and if so it would be a step towards infiltrating the cities government. Benedict had began to formulate that the cities failures were to do with this outside influence and if they were to get anywhere they would need to start by freeing those working for Shinra or the other divisions.