He tapped his fingers along the wood of his desk and contemplated Cee (her face, definitely her face, not the rest of her) for a moment. "Yes, the intelligence division," he conceded, with a slight (very slight) quirk of his lips upwards. "We gather intel, and it's especially important in regards to the horsemen. But I suppose we can do both; I'd like to help you bond more with your weapon, so we can do that first while I work out the logistics of my recon missions, if that's all right with you?"
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