[center][color=#f0b333][h1]#5[/h1][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[color=lightgray]Five watched a business card as it was slid along the table, landing next to him, in front of Mary’s empty seat. He didn’t reach out to take it. 

At the general’s response, his gaze wandered towards him, though he didn’t quite look directly at the other man. [color=#f0b333]“I understand,”[/color] he said at first. As he nodded, his eyes flitted here and there. It almost seemed like that would be it, but then he spoke up again. [color=#f0b333]“…That is a dangerous situation. I’d recommend putting an explosive into my body…”[/color] Actually, maybe there was such a thing in him? Five scratched at his palms, chains jingling, imagining wires burrowed under his skin, devices lodged who-knew-where. Would he know or notice? 

He grew jittery where he sat, but there was more he had to say. [color=#f0b333]“Ah, but if you’ve already tried that and it didn’t work then never mind.”[/color] Suddenly, he stood up. [color=#f0b333]“You said. Before. About the intelligence…Who do you suspect is planning the terror attack, sir?”[/color] He watched the general then 9’s handler. [color=#f0b333]“Even if you’d rather I not use my ability, I could at least help patrol. Or purge the suspects. Just give me the orders. Please.”[/color]

Meanwhile, Mary was on the way back to the War room, shadowing the Archbishop who spoke to her more casually than he had to the others. [color=white]“If you know me so well, Your Excellency, you could tell me a bit more,”[/color] she replied, voice just as low as his. She whispered even more quietly and in Italian next, [color=white]“If there is…”[/color] she used a phrase that only key personnel would recognize as meaning a ‘traitor’, [color=white]“…you can count on us two. We can root them out, keep an eye on the others, or get whoever it is under control. If you need us to.”[/color][/color]