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[b][u]Morning   The Rookery, New York City[/u][/b]
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[u]Objective:[/u] Gathering Information [right][Everyone][/right]
      There were plenty of responses within the room, some on-topic, others not as much, but the fact that a number was killed with relative ease in a nearby territory likely sent chills down many of the handlers’ spines . Maybe some simply watched on with disbelief, but the strange artifact seemingly stolen from the Vatican was an entirely different topic. Which the bishop would speak upon with 11’s handler, Dimitri’s question. 

[color=gray]”Four artifacts were stolen: a bow, sword, scales, and a spear.[/color] The bishop’s eyes would then trail over towards 5 and Mary, frowning deeply before answering their question.

[color=gray]”The bow wast one of many gifts from god. T’ is said when the drawstring is pulled, all art madeth humble ere our lord.[/color] A vague description for an esoteric relic capable of deleting a number. Perhaps not even the bishop knew that exact details of how the weapon functioned?

      The general seemed more unsettled than angered by Pequod’s rambling, with his silvered brows raising and wrinkled forehead deepening as he squinted at the figure. A pause would follow, giving time for others to speak before he would take the time to give 8’s handler a response. The general would reach forward once again, pressing another set up buttons along the table’s console before pulling at a small drawer out to type upon a keyboard— click-clacking until a final press of the enter key transitioned the hologram into something different.

[b]”Her head was removed, the method was a cut with surgical precision above the neck that seemed to be cauterized or acutely burned to preserve the area of removal.”[/b] The general would then look to 7 and her keeper, offering the pair a more relaxed expression but his tone remained serious.

[b]”We would like 7 and 9 to focus on the larger organization rather than hunting the horseman. We have intelligence that leads us to believe a terror attack may be planned for the city, and we believe the pair of your specializations would work best for preventing this atrocity from happening.”[/b] Following this request, the general reached down to a metallic box that was set at his feet and set it on the flat part of the table in front of him.

[color=gray]”We’d liketh 5 with 7 and 9 h're as well, security of the city shall be’est critical.”[/color] The bishop’s gaze upon the pair with warmth, smiling at the two for an uncomfortable amount of time before turning back to the general.

[b]”We disagreed on where 12 and 14 should be dispatched, so we had a third party determine their designation for us. They will be hunting down the horseman up north, with 2 leading that group.”[/b] He then glanced over towards 13 and his handler, frowning as he did so.

[b]”As much as I’d like 13 to remain in the city, higher ups have decided he’s better suited for the battlefield. I’ll have to catch up with you later Matriona.”[/b]

      The last to be directly spoken to was 11 and their handler, which the attention of caused a bit of tension between the bishop and the general. They looked amongst one another a few times, silently communicating with gestures and facial expressions before finally the wizardly bishop stood up and beckoned the pair of Russian assigned church personnel to follow him out of the room. Before they would leave; the general would raise his voice to be certain they heard him as they left the war room.

[b]”Once you’ve briefed them with Lieutenant Hawthorne, have them meet with the others at the Empty Vessel.”[/b]

    As the Orthodoxy Duo and the bishop exited the room, they would notice Valentine standing outside perched along the wall with a distant look on her face and her lips drooped in a deep frown. The bishop wouldn’t so much as acknowledge Valentine, instead walking right past her while guiding 11 and her handler further down the hallway towards a smaller office where dressed down military officials seemed to linger. The door would swing open for the bishop who took the lead, and inside sitting at a small desk with a laptop was a younger woman seeming to be in her early or mid twenties dressed almost identically to the general minus the many war decorations. She was an officer but, green, very new in her role but with enough respect to have more than enough responsibility hewn onto her shoulders.

[color=FFF6C9]”Ah, you must be 11 and Dimitri! My name is Tatiana Hawthorne, or Lieutenant Hawthorne— whatever is easier for you.”[/color]