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located in IIA Headquarters, a part of The Multiverse, one of the many universes on RPG.

IIA Headquarters

The Headquarters for the Imperial Intelligence Agency, this imposing structure is the nerve center for all intelligence operations carried out by the Aschen Empire


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Character Portrait: Marlene Angel Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson
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While this mental war is raging in Lawson's head, the only physical response to it is that he clenches his fists and has to put his hands on the table to support himself as a searing wave of mental agony runs through his brain, and stops after a split second. After a while of looking at the floor, he mutters "Forty-two."

The exact reason as to why he said this is not exactly apparent, but if Marlene were to exert her power to read his mind, for only a split second she would see a 3D map of the rebel compound he had pieced together during his time there. Not much of what was around it, and mainly down to the third line (the division of areas in the mine), as any deeper was specifically for the mechanics and techies and all of them. It wasn't perfect, but it detailed the areas in it pretty well.

The reason he said 'forty-two' because that was the number of members in his cohort, if that's what you could call it. He didn't know all of the numbers. He just was a perimeter guard. He did his job, despite his annoyance that they were still on the defensive.

He quietly looks up and stares into the eyes of Marlene Angel, then looks back down.

"What do you want from them?"

He's slightly surprised he said 'them', but he doesn't feel like a member of the Children of Ash. He doesn't feel like anyone. He feels like a hollow shell, almost. His fight has left him in the dust, but he serves a new purpose now.