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"Crane is the reason I am here, in the first place. His use to the Keepers has reached it's end, and he will be called upon no more for his services. We will use Katarina's method, instead." The Nephilim replied, looking to Lincoln, "Now, is there anything else you need from me, Lincoln? I believe I will need to speak to those under you."

Mick shook his head, "I wasn't there, and the list never made it to Linc. They got them in the school parking lot." Mick glanced at the hand then back to Katarina, "don't mean to offend, but there are lots of things I've thought that I'd rather keep to myself."

Mick gave her an apologetic shrug and watched as she walked off. She could read enough through his thoughts that he was sorry, but there were some things that he just couldn't share.

Linc glanced at the Nephilim "You are free to go about your duties, Sir. I will contact you if I need you."

Katarina strolled back into Linc's office a couple minutes after the Nephilim had left. "Got the list." She says, grabbing the first piece of blank paper she spots on his desk and a pen jotting down the names and the colors next to each name quickly sliding it over to him with a finger, clicking the pen shut and setting it down on the desk at the same time.

Katarina nodded, "Thanks." she says with a little half smile. "I'll go try to find Mick then and tell some of the others I run into along the way." She says, waving a hand absently at Linc before heading back out the door.

The call went out through the building, and keepers made their way to the auditorium that functioned as their conference room. Mick was among them as they made there way there.

The Nephilim eyed the gathered mass, waiting a moment for them to all get situated.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. As you may, or may not have been made aware, a council member has arrived at this outpost, and that member would happen to be me. And, as you also may, or may not know... I am known as the Nephilim.

"I have come to this outpost under a growing amount of concern from my fellows that operations in Saint Eva have spiraled wildly out of control. We have at least two backsliders still at large, inside of our city. A possible black that has not resisted just one, but two capture attempts, and is also recieving support from a gunman. We have lost yet another black to a growing resistance group, and all the while, the lead member of the team we sent to assist Lincoln has forgone secrecy and silence in favor of super-powered conflict in the middle of the public, and has indeed brought on many of these failings himself..." The Nephilim let his words hang, as he circled the table, stopping behind Crane, who's face had just turned a pasty white at the Nephilim's mention of him.

Nephilim raised a hand, forcing it between Crane's shoulder blades, smacking his head against the table, his other hand forming a fist, and quickly brought down on Crane's head, which burst on the table, leaving a messy pile of skull, hair, and brain.

"That is the price of a failure as great as his. You are here to assist us in our noble work. Not to make yourself an even greater threat to our organization than sliders or rebel blacks." He said, the tone of his voice easing a great deal, "I expect nothing but the best of you all. If there are troubles with what you have been assigned... I want to know. Do not attempt to 'fix' things like the now-late Arne Crane did."

The Nephilim wiped his fist on his shirt, drawing himself straight.
"With that said... I am done speaking, for now. I will gather you all again, hopefully in... Lighter circumstances than this. You all may go, now."