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Mick nodded, "There are a lot of nice people who fail the tests, it's true. or they come out not so nice any more. There's no doubt the system has flaws, but that's why we work with it to improve it, not against and risk destroying what good it does accomplish."

At the outpost, a chopper had landed in the lot nearby, several Keepers running to and fro, the engine on the vehicle winding down.
The doors opened on the side, and a mountain of a man stepped out of the chopper, making his way directly towards the building, leaving deep depressions in the ground.

Once inside the building, the man made his way directly to Lincoln's office, his bare feet making a rhythmic clicking noise on the floor as he walked. The man arrived at Lincoln's office, his bulk filling almost the entirety of the doorway.

This man seemed to go against almost any standing idea the Keepers had with secrecy and subtlety. He certainly didn't look as if he were any man born, looking instead of a massive statue, made of some ancient metal and brought to life. His body was covered in various markings, symbols of organizations, religions and countries served, each burned into the metal of hid body, with the Keeper's insignia burned most prominently, over his right eye. His "hair" hung just above his shoulders, although close inspection would have revealed that the growth looked like incredibly fine links of chain, making a small, musical clinking noise when he walked.

"Mister Lincoln. Pleased to meet you." The man spoke, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that was felt more than heard, "I apologize for the unfortunate circumstances of my visit. It seems that an interloper, a new arrival to this station seems determined to make our lives all the more difficult, as well as forestall the great work of our organization. I am simply here to see to it that such failures do not continue to occur... In no way have I come to take control of your facility. SImply to provide more of a real presence to those who would seek to undermine your work."

Linc stood up to greet the Nephilim, staying at the desk just wasn't respectable enough for one of the council. "I didn't expect to see you come all the way here yourself, sir. But we will make you as comfortable as we can. As you've heard, St.Eva has been somewhat restless as of late. Record numbers, and all."

"Who else would they send? A council member demands protection and constant watch. I am much less needy, and far more survivable. And, I am Black. Who else would see to it that each group would have their interests addressed? And so I have come, to assist you in your tasks, while also assuring that such failures as those of Arne Crane are not repeated, and his foolish habits and quirks are not passed on to our Bloomers." He said, remaining standing, "You may sit, Lincoln. You do not have a chair to support my bulk, and I would not presume to find myself so important as to destroy your furniture."

Linc shrugged and took his seat. "So what is it you intend to do with Crane, if I might ask?"

Mick looked a bit wary, "Who is it then? Do you know?"

"It's one of the council members, a black. Linc called him the Nephilim, at least in his mind he did." She says, watching Mick. "Recognize the name? I've never heard of him before."