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The disease had apparently begun to take hold, because she was vomiting in the corner; Edgar slowly took a step backward, hoping to get out of the room before it was too late.

"The plaaague," he groaned, voice raspy and rattling.

He turned to respond to Solia, but was interrupted by the other lady's return, silently sinking to the floor with her. Well, he was certainly infected now, if he had managed to avoid the plague before. Might as well make the best of it.

"Fear not, maiden. Thy prince wilt stay with thee whilst we die," he assured her, patting her hair.

"Fine. If no one else is gunna get Petunia outta here, I will." He remarked to Sam, slipping on his sadly fingerless gloves. He then groaned and just rolled his sleeves passed his hands and moved to drag the body out the door. The smell was going to drive them all bonkers. Himself included.

Besides, he knew a thing or two about rotting corpses anyway. Lot's of experience, pre and post Deus.

"....." Sam and Mark had Solia's attention. "...... Caelius dates?" Color her surprised. A brief look to Sam. Did he date Sam? Was that another mystery? Maybe it was. Solia filed that nugget away to investigate later.

Otto was such a nice guy though, offering to get rid of the body.

Nice guy Otto. She really ought to thank him later. Maybe she would find him a nice pillow. Yes. A nice fluffy pillow for Otto.

Briefly wandering mentally, Israfel dragged her back to reality with a chirp.

"Oh hello there scraggly face!" She hadn't ever met this hunter before. But now she did. And she thought he'd look nice with maybe some flowers and concealer but not all men could have flawless skin and be bishonen on the island she guessed. Alas. "We apparently find a lot of dead people here. Look at it this way! You don't know them so it's not so bad. And innocent is.. subjective. This group would have killed someone they thought was guilty rather than innocent I think. Random deaths seem...." She tilted her head back at Gale.
"I dunno, not their style? They seem more the types to seek to do two birds one stone. Killing someone against their organization and using that corpse would provide more of a shock value later if and when we discover John Doe's identity. Not to mention it would remove an obstacle as it were."

Solia shrugged then looked at the direction of the 'mystery camera'

"Deus is supposed to have cameras all over- if they had to plant the body, wouldn't our cameras have caught them?"

Looking at you Mark.
Looking at you.

Why was he not surprised to find Caelius on the other end of that door? Maybe because somewhere in the back of his mind, Gale had assumed that the Death Division Lead was something like a cockroach - just when you thought you had gotten rid of it it came right back.

And now it wanted to see him.

Gale sighed.

With a sideways glance at Taym, Solia, and then finally Sam, Gale resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the latter and stepped a few paces forward, eyeing the body with a sense of exasperation mixed with frustration and bemusement. He glanced for a moment at the now smashed and discarded camera, and then, with a slight groan of resignment, made his way out the door and over towards the Death Lead's office without bothering to wait for Sam.

Less than five minutes later, he was there, lifting a hand to knock at the door.

Sam, on the way out, made sure that Taym went first and then after the trainee had exited, carefully pushed his binder off the desk, kicking it under said desk before continuing forward. She trailed in last, following the opened door to where the Death lead was waiting for the two, in the promised land. His spirit animal could only be compared to cockroaches that were claimed to have existed since the early Cretaceous period, noted for this extended duration of existing as a Death lead and for his inability to die despite being crushed, trampled, potentially gutted, burnt, thrown into vortexes with horsemen, and somehow coming making it out unscathed in a certain time period that might have involved the numbers two-thousand minus one. A very beautiful cockroach, of course. With perfect hair.

He spend a few moments looking around his room, just meticulously observing each wall before he took his usual throne at his desk as if behind them, there wasn't about a measly half an inch of wall that was separating them from the classroom of absolute despair. There, both Sam and Gale would wait as he wrote a few things down involving the Termination Records and the moved on to another manila folder, carefully placed in a drawer. Circe took her place as a totem paperweight on the table, eye-ing (pun intended) Gale especially.

"Fortunately," he began, all sarcasm, "You have the requirements to investigate further this Ourboros situation." The folder tag wrote Ourobros - O in neat print. "I want both of you to find the next opening and join their operation. This will give us more accurate information as to their structure and intentions, and will also let me observe your behaviour." Wow, that Caelius, he was just a bundle of joy. "I will expect a report from each of you on your proposal in dealing with this situation. A folder will be given to each of you debriefing who and what we are dealing with pertinent to your mission." He paused. "I'm sure you do not need me to tell you how."

Caelius gave Gale a sharp glare at that question-

- "What my mission partner means," Sam suddenly filled in, "is when do we start the external mission stuff. With portals being busted and all, the time for frequent missions like these ones is few and far between."

The Death lead hesitated and finally pulled out his drawer what looked like the same model of Reverse Pendant that the R&D were handing out, only with a different rune engraved on it. "You will share this between the two of you, as this is a group effort. Each of you will keep tabs on the other." He opened the folder, page still facing them. It was a fairly blank page, with just a photos of a few choice bodies with the infamous tattoo stamped on various limbs. "Information is limited but not due to what they think is being clever. There are simply more important things for me to address, which is why I have no problems assigning this to you." Caelius, the optimist. "The name Ourboros is purely fanatical, a group of obsessed Hunters who thought they could outrun the system. Their patterns and methods mimic our division. They have various points at former Hunter posts that they have converted into their own outposts. Each one is marked with this sigil." He pointed to the photograph, the bare outlines of an O embossed in a meta engraving. "For them, it is a rendezvous point. It traces your weapon. Even if weapons are sealed or taken away, they can not be broken without the Hunter dying. They signal to each other with two conditions. One, the weapon. The second, your exclusive tattoo. Again, messy, disorganized. Though I'm sure that is nothing new considering the current state of things here." He sneered a bit, but continued. "Find locations. If possible, try to ask questions. The rest is at your discretion, but I recommend you to use your ******** heads. The defect Hunters I could care less about, they will be taken care of sooner or later, when I have more time. I want to know who is funding them, I want to know who is giving them our supplies."

A pause as he closed the drawer and then gave the two his undivided attention once again. "This information is confidential, so if you so much as whisper it to any other person outside of this office, whatever scare tactics you think O employs will be nothing compared to what I will do to anyone you leak this ******** confidential information to on or off this island. I hope I make myself very clear."

Sam turned slightly, so only Gale could see she was rolling her eyes a bit. "Yes sir." She finally said, very evenly, picking up her file. "I'll get more stuff ready once my buddy and I have found a way to work together." She smiled at Gale, but it wasn't exactly pleasant.