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One of many though this one happens to be the closest one to St.Eva. It's a place for the keepers to gather supplies, regroup, and gather the most recent orders from the council, as well as inform on their findings. At the moment this particular outpost is rather full, as quite a few groups look into St.Eva

"Sending in more, already?" Lincoln walked out from the building, he was a man of medium size, though his hands were slightly small, almost feminine. For the most part he kept those hands slipped into his pockets, hiding them from view. "St.Eva used to be my territory, and now here it is ever so popular."

He paused in front of Rook, though didn't offer his hands, keeping them in his pockets. "You'd be the green-boy parading as a white, am I right?"

Lincoln chuckled quietly. "Don't take offense at that, Mate. I work outside of Branch duty for the most part. You aren't the only one who feels misplaced."

Linc's smile twitched slightly, "Aye, informed of your coming. You won't be the only branch investigating. May have to be careful with who all you run into. Don't forget to show your colors in case of trouble," Lincoln spoke of the small token keepers kept on hand, whether it be a ring, a belt buckle, an earing, bracelet or necklace. It was a simple object with a symbol and a code that defined each keeper. Most forms varied between keepers and their tastes, but it all served the same purpose. Linc kept his on the hilt of a knife, which always served as trouble at airports, but he had a certain fear of flying anyway.

Rook chuckled at his response.
"Lucky for us who spend more time in the field than in bases, eh?" Rook paused for a moment to straighten his dress jacket. Always liking to stand out among his fellow keepers, Rook's dress was a white dress jacket and dress pants, with small insignias in each of the jacket's buttons, showing who he was.

Rook looked to Adam, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"It'll be fine, Adam. We won't be seeing combat, and if we do, chances are you'll be here, safe and sound. Wouldn't want our young seer gettng hurt, would we?"

Lincoln's smile sharpened slightly, "hadn't noticed the boy. Yes, he should be safe enough, here. I suggest he keep out of the dungeon though." His gaze moved from Adam back to Rook, "we picked up a slider yesterday. I'll have to introduce you."

He turned, walking back towards the building, expecting the rest to follow him. He opened the door with his hip, keeping his hands still in his pockets. "The place is fairly well stocked. Third floor belongs to the whites, best you avoid the others. If you gather any, we store them on the top floor, and those who are more hostile in the basement."

"It's cool..."

Grinning a little, Adam lightly tugged on the yellow labrador's harness and followed the sound of footsteps until Zipper began to lead him.

Twisting the string on his jacket hesitantly, he replied, "Well...sir, I mean...I c-can't really see him...so I m-mean, not t-trying to be d-disrespectful...is there a point, s-sir?

Lincoln started to laugh, rolling slightly back on his heels. "A sharp boy, he is. Let's hope he keeps that."

He motioned for Rook with his head. "The council has called a hold on the elimination. Probably for interrogation purposes, or because the blues so hate to lose one of their own, even if they are traitors to all our kind. "

The dungeon wasn't quite as expected, considering the name, though there was little lighting, and secure cells. Most were empty. "We've kept her in the last cell." Linc, said moving to the door. For a brief moment he took his hand out of his pocket, the pretty delicate fingers working at the lock of the door before quickly disappearing again.

"The backsliding succubus." Linc said, stepping in. On the back of the wall was a woman with her head bowed low, her arms chained to the walls. Her head lifted, showing sharp silver eyes between the strands of dark hair. Her natural hair color was hidden by a temporary black dye, though the dye was quickly fading. "You'd be the leach, Linc, not me."