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Crane looked to him, crossing his arms.
"This is no suprise to either of us that the Council wants us to go into town and start tagging and bagging more of these supers. The youth are the ones exhibiting it... Much like the team that was after a certain youth with a myriad of powers that handily fended them off until the police arrived," He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, before starting again in his heavy Irish accent, "I can detect if one has powers, but only if I can touch them. We got to a school. We pose as some college, or employers. I shake hands, find powers, get addresses. You get teams ready to bag them. No more of this snatch-and grab s**t you seem to think so useful. This isn't some movie, and you aren't some petty kidnapper. Start using flowery words and bald-faced lies, and less force."

Unlike Lincoln, Crane let his sneer show.
"Ah, yes. And placing head of operations under the command of a moron like Rook was a master stroke on the council;s behalf. Now, I'm none keen on watching the same ammount of mistakes being made by some other dumbass who thinks he's king on the mountain," He replied, leaning down to Lincoln's eye level, "Now, we can most certainly get results, but that there's the sticker: WE. Not just you, not just me, we two get the results for the council, and that keeps them from doing us a great many unkind things."

"Sliders will always be an issue. But the require something that I don't posses, and something that we're in dangerous short supply of- We need another Hunter. Someone who kills them, that's it. Barrett won't do.. We need someone... More delicate. Rook's dead, so we can't use him. You have something at your disposal?"

Crane raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe.
"Is that some sense of sarcasm I am getting wind of?"

A small grin crept across Crane's lips.
"Lincoln... You don't try and hide your distaste of others very well. Which is fine, mind you. However... I mentioned that whole 'working together' thing. I want to keep my a** covered, and that helps keep your a** covered, which means neither of us get the hospitality of the Council being brought down at us. Don't misread- I don't like you, either. But, you and I are here, in the now... So let's try to not piss each other off too much, and play nice," On that, Crane drummed his fingers against his lips as the thought, bobbing his head side to side, "As far as supers go... We need some stealthy ones. I don't care if they shapeshift, can go invisible, or they're some strong guy that just happens to be good at being sneaky. We need sneaky. Maybe some kind of psychic, if we even have access to more than the bare handful back at HQ. It might make the flowery lies bit we tell new bloomers work a tad better."

"I wasn't attempting to hide my distaste." Linc said, looking slightly bored with Crane's monologue of helping each other. "You do like the passive agressive approach, don't you? If I remember correctly that blind boy Rook was always dragging around was psychic. Perhaps you should look into using him?"

"Drill the boy, and get as much out of him as you can. If you need to...drug him and get him to sleep more. I'll put out a request to the council and a few other factions for more support."

"Ah, yes. Because THAT isn't going to get us in some sort of trouble. We drug a child and prod his brain, no less a child of one of the high command AND a white? Jesus christ, Lincoln, what the hell kind of man are you?"