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[b][u]Morning   The Rookery, New York City[/u][/b]
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[u]Objective:[/u] Gathering Information 
      

     The handler of 13’s request finds the ears of the general, and while the bishop exits the room with 11 and Dimitri, the general remains to correspond with the remaining numbers and filter them where they are meant to be. The general simply smiled weakly to Matriona with a slight squint to his eyes, nodding his head and offering a confirmation to their request.

  [b] “There is a bar a few streets away from the Rookery. The Empty Vessel is owned and operated by a former colleague of mine, it has better security than most of the city.”[/b] He reaches down to pull out a stack of off-white business cards and slides them along the table to each handler, but wouldn’t protest if one of the numbers grabbed the cards instead.

     5’s reaction would spark some curiosity out of the old general, as his facial features twisted and tensed while a proper response was being produced in his mind. 

   [b]“You would speak to me, or 9’s handler within the time of their transient stay here in the city. In truth, our president prefers the cities be protected with our own means. We had a quite traumatic incident not too long ago, where a number went berserk and devoured a few thousand people before it could be neutralized— but if you’re adamant, coordinate with the handlers.”[/b] A long-winded response would be offered this time around, with some curious bits of information not made public for the country’s safety. No reports of a number going berserk in the U.S were ever released, and if the handlers knew, they withheld that information from the numbers themselves.

          [i]Meanwhile, in the office where Lieutenant Hawthorne and the Bishop reside.[/i]

   [color=FFF6C9]”We know that the Orthodoxy has been capturing Italian soldiers and experimenting on them to try and recreate the numbers, or whatever else the desired result might be.”[/color] The Lieutenant didn't seem to twitch or frown upon speaking this accusatory statement, rather she remained warm and her tone hardened with a firm determination.

   [color=FFF6C9]”We are unsure of how much [the pair of you] might have known about these projects happening within commie territory.”[/color] This time her attention snapped away from the pair to the bishop who this entire tine remained silent until Hawthorne's eyes met his.

   [b]"Thee seemeth to beest able to handleth this on thy own."[/b] A knowing look is exchanged between the two before the bishop sets his attention to the handler and his charge and turning to return back to the War Room, escorted by Mary, exchanging cursory glances between her and Valentine on their way to the war room.

     [b]”Sticking your nose into everything as usual, eh?”[/b] The old English melts away as he speaks to the familiar figure, being sure to keep his voice low for only the two to hear.

     Lieutenant Hawthorne would then turn on her swivel chair to type a few things rapidly on her computer and stops only when her small Lexmark printer began to hum to life and spit out a few pieces of paper lined with black text. The low-ranked officer scoots over and hands the sheets over to them, two or three pieces of paper each it seemed. The documentation would list missing people being found mutilated in landfills or shallow graves scattered throughout the Soviet territory; spies had seemingly confirmed the majority of these individuals were soldiers of neighboring factions or traveling personnel from the Vatican. One name might have spark Dimitri as strange as he saw the person alive not all that long ago, [i][u]Rhea Harkov[/u][/i]. It was only a few weeks ago that she was dropping off intel from Italy while explaining the latest cloaking technology that allowed her to sneak around from Kyiv to Moscow without issue.. and now she was dead?

     [color=FFF6C9]”We don't expect the two of you to be able to jump on this project immediately, but once the issue with the horseman has been dealt with.. you'll return north with a new objective, understood?”[/color]