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Freya blinked at the conclusion of Snyder's report. Only three? And one of those had destroyed a dummy lab, too. Not much more than water filtration equipment there, but of course it was hardly her fault if the rebels took a bad guess... or fell for one of numerous decoys she had placed in not-too-conspicuous places. It meant she knew what their priority target had been, assuming they were organized enough to have priorities other than causing mass havoc and lots of damage.

Vespois made an inquiry of Snyder, but she shook her head. "As much as the answer to that question interests me, gentlemen, I think we've all had enough excitement for one evening. Well... most of us have anyway," she qualified, reading the direction of Francis's thoughts with an inward roll of her eyes. Really, the man was as hormonal as a teenager sometimes. Not that it didn't amuse her- it did- but now was hardly the time for one of her employees to be entertaining such notions. "Alex, please either see Francis tomorrow or write a report, including the information he just asked for. Both of you have worked more than enough today, so I suggest you get some rest and come back to this fresh tomorrow."

As soon as they were both gone from her office, though, she dismissed the substitute secretary and sat back at her desk. A small voice in her head declared her a hypocrite, but she wasn't in the mood to pay it any mind. She needed to see 42, but for the moment she had other things to attend to. Reaching down under her desk, Freya pushed a button on a slender metallic computer tower and watched as the 3-D projection technology transformed her desk into a scale model of a back alley in Verciamo Sector. Daphne, Marvin, and Kevin stood there, waiting to intercept the Insurrection supers that would soon show up. The ensuing confrontation was almost comedic, or at least it would have been if Freya found incompetence funny.

The footage clearly informed her that one of the Insurrectionists was capable of making himself invisible, though apparently not unscented, if the way Kevin went after him was any indication. The other seemed capable of producing some kind of smog. How... delightful. Still, it had a fair amount of utility from the looks of it, for though both of them wound up injured, it was her agents that had to retreat. Did the Insurrection know now that the pharmacist had been a plant? Probably... it was a lost cause in terms of reuse anyway.

She probably wasn't going to get anything more out of this, so she flicked her hand across the surface of the desk, and the image was replaced with a rendering of Hellsing Park. Everything seemed normal there, at least until a couple of people pulled up on a motor bike. That had to be the erratic one and the electrokinetic.... both were masked, of course, but Enigma's tech would still be able to get accurate dimensions for both of them, and the lower half of the blue-haired one's face was exposed. Wait... blue hair. Why did something about that trigger a memory? When Vincent appeared, she could not shake the feeling that he had something to do with it, but Freya had more memories to sort through than most, and a good amount of those were not even truly her own.

Her fingers tapped idly on the surface of the desk, even as she watched what must have been Enigma remotely-operating a vehicle to assist Valter. How much was she paying the Musician? For a man whose power could be beaten by a simple sound-muffling device, he was doing rather well for himself. If her employees didn't already make copious amounts of money, she'd probably have given him a raise. Another man appeared, jumping out of a car. His effect on the fight wasn't something she could quite pinpoint, but no simple civilian would charge headlong into a conflict between superhumans unless he was an idiot. No, something else was at work there...

"Don't you ever knock?" she asked her visitor with a hint of annoyance.

"Of course not, my dear," he replied, quite a bit more nonchalant than she. Freya sighed and looked up from her footage.

"You have an annoying habit of showing up when I least wish you to be present, Gabriel." He only chuckled at this, and she ignored the cacophony of several voices that urged her to make his mind a living hell for her own amusement. He was one of few people with a certain level of resistance to her probing, not because of any talent of his own, but because they had known each other for so long that he'd figured out how to consciously focus his thoughts even while she was inside his head. An irritating tendency to say the least, and one that not even Adam had yet figured out.

"Indeed?" he asked as though he had not done it on purpose. "You have my humble apologies."

"What do you want?" She was in no mood to deal with him right now, not when she had the Insurrection to deal with. Instead of answering her question, though, he scanned the images playing over her desk, a small smile on his face.

"They fight so hard, don't they? I rather like them." She knew he knew who they were, and he was in turn aware of this, but when she reached for the information, she discovered that he was thinking of nothing but what he was seeing. No other information slipped in, and she bit back a frustrated snarl. "Ah, ah... I can't just give them away like that. That isn't terribly sporting of you, my dear."

"I'll ask you once more, Gabriel: What. Do. You. Want?" she punctuated each word carefully. He thought he could resist her powers, but everyone broke eventually, and he would be no different if she chose to make it so. Some sick form of nostalgia or sentimentality prevented her for now, but he was truly trying her patience at the moment.

"I want what I always want, Freya. You know that," he replied offhandedly.

"Well, you know as much as I do that you can't have it. Now stop trying to beat me at my own game and say what you've come here to say." She fixed him with a glare and was rewarded when he relented.

"Very well, if that is truly your wish. I came to deliver a message. Sanzer is moving." His tone lost all of its previous jocularity, and he regarded the redheaded woman with all seriousness.

She scoffed. "I knew that."

"No, Freya, you didn't. Up until now, it's been motions, exercises, tests. We both know that he's probably the one person in the world more ruthless than you, and he has succeeded where you have failed." That got her attention.

"How long?"

He shrugged with affected ease. "Days? Weeks? A month if we're lucky. You'd best forget your petty disputes before that time comes." He finally moved away from the desk, glancing at the chessboard on the other side of the room. "You still play, I see." when she did not respond, he sighed theatrically and shrugged again. "Until next time, then. Do take care of yourself."

He phased out her office door, and she tried to put the encounter out of her mind for the moment. Sanzer was a concern, but right now she had other things to deal with. As she watched the footage repeat itself, a plan began to formulate itself in her mind, and she knew exactly what her next assignment to any of her available employees was going to be. But first...

Enigma... shift priority to locating possible locations for a rebel base.