Instead, she used the communication devices they all had when powered, and made appointments with each of the officers within her branch, spending the time between meetings reviewing their dossiers, as compiled by Intelligence.
The Rift was the best place. Deep within the territory of Chaos, within the broken walls of a prior fortress, Howlite had staked out her office, the training grounds of her officers. Barracks. When each arrived, they would find her seated at a cracked, stone table, a single chair across from her.
Sailor Typhon was new. Notes had indicated that the goal had been to gain someone with influence and wealth for infiltration, but the target had actually been a senshi already. Now, they just had a spoiled, hot headed new recruit without any of his original use.
But he was strong.
Howlite could work with that, once she got a good look at him. He was still feeling his way through being a part of the Negaverse, and who knew if he'd even found a real place to live, yet. Time to find out if here, Special Operations, was a fit for him.
Silent Spy
