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[sup][color=Silver]Morning - The Rookery, New York City - [Everyone][/color][/sup]
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Meeting the other numbers and their respective handlers after so long was an interesting experience for Miya. While it was true that some of them did make her quite apprehensive and nervous, the main culprit of that being Three, whose sharp stare seemed to pierce her very soul, some of those did have the exact opposite effect. While she did find the last part of number Fourteen's introduction a bit strange, she was still polite, friendly and adorable. Number Nine's friendly greeting was also a bit more refreshing than Three's sharp gaze.

Number Five and Twelve were... a bit different. Despite their apparent friendly and kind behavior, Miya had quickly learned to be very cautious around religious types, particularly those who were connected to the Catholic Church high clergy. Among the numbers, anyone who seemed to enjoy a greater degree of freedom was someone she was particularly cautious around.

In another hand, the masked woman seemed to be the exact opposite of number Fourteen. Similarly to Miya herself, she was mostly quiet, although there seemed to be a certain sadness on her stare, a quiet, silent resignation that made her her heart ache. The moment their eyes meet, Miya gave a kind smile and a discreet wave. Much like Seven, Miya also felt her heart tighten, but with a much greater intensityas she saw Eight arriving. The forced and cruel 'kindness' coming from her handler made her wonder how horribly was she treated by them. Somehow, Eight seemed to have worse than most other numbers, which only made Miya feel even worse for how unfairly most of them were treated.

In the end, all those meetings did make Miya feel much more relaxed with her fellow numbers, helping a great deal to make Miya feel a bit less nervous and open up a bit more.

[color=white]"Good morning, everyone."[/color] Miya finally replied to the greetings, with a small wave and a small, discreet smile.

Dimitri, seeing Miya opening up a bit couldn't help but let out the faintest smile, satisfied.

Just after she said that though, Valentine's outburst made Miya immediately go silent again, looking towards the clown-like handler with a cautious stare. Apparently, someone had tried to touch the jar where she kept Two's heart and the unpredictable handler had quite an extreme reaction to it. While Valentine as a whole was someone Miya felt she had to be very careful around, it was still nothing compared to the voice that came soon after, urging Valentine to compose herself.

Despite his position of power and authority, Miya wasn't nearly as concerned about the General as she was about the owner of the voice... The Archbishop himself. The idea of a frail, elderly man making a number feel nervous was almost laughable, but what Miya feared wasn't the man, but the power he wielded... The entire power of the Catholic Church who were able to create and keep numbers such as them under control but the

With the Archbishop's arrival, all the conversation between numbers, handlers and anything else immediately stopped. A brief warning from the general along with a rather concerning phrase about the current situation in the northern border coming from Valentine made it clear that the official meeting was about to start. In silence Miya followed Dimitri up the stairs along with the rest.

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Unlike the first floor, most of the military personnel and the staff member there seemed to either be too busy or too accustomed with the presence of numbers and handlers to even bother giving them the faintest reaction. Positive or negative. Something Miya was grateful for. For her, it was easier to handle a cold, strictly professional ambient than to deal with the chaos of all the different reactions people had when they met her knowing what she was.

Carefully taking a seat besides Dimitri, Miya kept silent as the General began debriefing the group. Especially after the ominous words said by Valentine, Miya wasn't expecting any good news, as such, she wasn't surprised when the General mentioned the death of number Four and their handler, in the same situation that caused Two to become nothing more than a heart in a jar. What began as a peaceful negotiation with the Canadian government (despite the manipulation attempt from the Church by using Four's powers), had somehow taken quite an extreme turn to the worse.

The video that the general showed soon after seemed to be almost a joke at first. A number of people in horses wielding nothing but swords and bows against not only a troop of modern, trained soldiers but number Two as well. As Miya expected, in the beginning, it was simply a massacre... That was until suddenly one man among them pointed a bow at Two, making her immediately kneel before firing an arrow that produced a blinding light before the video finally ended.

Upon seeing that, Dimitri furrowed his brows with a serious expression. Despite his silence, his expression said more than his words could. How exactly someone from outside the Catholic Church was able to put their hands on an artifact of such power? The Catholic Church wasn't exactly keen in sharing the artifacts they had and to steal from them was almost unthinkable, given how secure their vaults were...

While Dimitri was carefully dissecting and mentally reviewing the information he was just given, Miya's was still trying to understand what exactly happened. In a few seconds, the outright massacre of the hostile forces immediately ended with that bright flash of light. If that was only one of the weapons the church had, Miya shuddered to think of what other absurdly powerful artifacts they had and most importantly... If that one was stolen, why couldn't the other ones be stolen as well?

[color=a2d39c]"It seems there was a security breach in the Vatican's vaults... Was the bow the only missing artifact?"[/color] Dimitri finally spoke in a serious tone after a few minutes of silence. His question was as important as the ones he didn't ask and could instead be inferred from his words. If other artifacts were indeed stolen, it was very likely the same group was responsible for it. In this case, if they truly were to fight and suppress such group... They had to know [i]exactly[/i] how much firepower they had.

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