Hunter/Tracker (Say)

[MKR]

November 13th, 2880 AD
Area 3, Avalon Class Floating Airship
01:20 AM

A eye lazily opened in the luxury quarters of the Royal Prince's private Avalon, though his highness was not aboard himself at the time the ship still carried all the grace expected of one designated to carry royalty. Z.Z. had found that premier among these luxuries was still the quality of the couch cushions and from the gentle swaying of the clouds outside it was clear they were on route to Pendragon once more.

"How are our passengers." He remarked, expecting an answer from his highness' favorite toy.

"In their quarters, the majority are sleeping my Lord." the Knight of the Round spoke up in response. As was expected of a loyal dog with all apt veneration but it was not his dog, no his grand nephew held that leash.

"Good they'll need the rest." Orphans were easy to deal with, most were young and had just lost their parents or guardians at that meaning they were eager to latch onto their next figure to look up to. Made them reliable, and easy to put to use regardless of age with some training.
"A shame I couldn't take the girl, I was curious to see if that parasite she uses for a ride could be trained as well."

"His highness is aware of that, but given the situation-"

"No need to repeat yourself. I am aware, speaking of however. Did you truly repeat the entire script he gave you?"

A pause, the eye opening a bit more to look over to the Knight who had mild frustration painted over his features. This in turn bringing forth a smile from the elder.
"You should have just said 'you and all who this spread to devote themselves to Britannia'. Much easier, same effect."

"The order was specific for a reason. Any minor divergence-"

"Right right. Who did I grant that Geass anyway you or his Highness?" No way he was getting back to sleep now, well that should sort one objective if that Geass worked as it aught to then it was a matter of time before that was resolved cleanly and if it did then perhaps he would still get one of those parasites to try things on. "So, lets focus on some short term goals shall we?"

"We should narrow down where that Elevator is." Rough locations held by another force would not suffice. "You there." A half motion went to one of the Royal Guards standing by the door, waving in his general direction. "Fetch one of the trained ones, how about... Maynard."

"Yes my Lord!" the guard responded, vanishing through the door he stood besides to head to the quarters.

"Get map 3b on the screen, focused on the Eastern Mediterranean."

Still laying on the couch the eye moved to the big screen which adorned the side of their room. Red dots marking a blue map.

 

[yastubb]

From the moment Wilfrid became aware of the knocking at the door, the training was already at work. They; the voices of his handlers, the fingers on his leash, speaking in hushed tones; they became behaviors ingrained so deep they might as well have been genetic. First priority were the sounds - his mind parsing through the soft hum of electronics and machinery, searching for a loose footstep or an out-of-place creak.

Nothing. The vibrations running through the floor were mundane. It was not reassurance enough.

His eyes snapped open. His fingers were tight, every inch of his body mobilizing. A flood of sensations - even the faint light seemed blinding. Search for silhouettes. Corners and doors. If someone wanted to conceal themselves in this room, where would they hide?

He was on the Avalon. No one could threaten him here. He was alone.

He could move.

The young man sat upright, and buried the urge to inspect the room for further irregularities. It was silly. He was safe here. He was-

A few minutes later, he was on his way down to the private quarters, security guard matching pace behind his back. The door slid open, and he took a moment to gather himself, inhaling deeply before stepping through.

"What is it, sir?" His eyes were already fixed on the screen, darting over its surface.

 

[MKR]

"Good, you're here." Z.Z. spoke up as his eye rested on the new arrival "We have a new mission for you." Already the boy was watching the monitor, good. That meant he didn't have to pull his attention in that direction at all.
"One of the trespassers into our world, Garlemald, is inhabiting an area where one of our informants has indicated an ancient relic rests. A relic that should be under our control but cannot be moved from its location." On the other side of the screen the Knight of the Round remained silent, watching the explanation.

"Your task is simple, locate the relic and ascertain whether or not Garlemald is aware of its presence or not and if they have begun research on it you are to give them some set backs, either by removing data or eliminating researchers." His eye moved to the boy again as he put that in his face, wondering what sort of reaction there would be before he continued.
"As you can see on the map it is in close proximity to the Black Sea and given the inhospitality of the northern approach route that is your best shot to get in without getting noticed. Our eyes and ears within Garlemald will assist you as well." With that one of the guards provided assistance by drawing the entry line on the surface of the map, far from a pleasant trip especially since the last pit stop not in the barren wastes would be Area 11.

Z.Z. rotated himself slightly to get a better sight while retaining his comfortable position on the couch, "Any questions?"

 

[yastubb]

Wilfred stepped closer to the screen, inspecting the displayed map intently. Garlemald? Of that nation he knew and cared little, though he was aware Britannia had never really seen the need to meddle with the affairs of magicians before. What could’ve changed? And the chosen route - even if there were no other alternatives, it wouldn’t make the journey any less unpleasant. Still, it wasn’t his place to question a superior.

A twinge of something resembling irritation escaped the boy’s otherwise stoic mask, just for a moment.

"Pardon me, sir; but-" The boy turned to face Z.Z., forcing a smile that could’ve fooled anyone else onto his face. “You're not going to tell me what it looks like, at the very least?”

 

[MKR]

"Of course, of course." Z.Z. mentioned calmly, yet there was still a sharp edge to his tone, an unsaid warning "Though if anything I feel it is something you should recognize on sight." He gestured one lazy hand to the screen. At which point it once more shifted its display.
"All the relics are massive obelisks marked in one way or another with."

"That." The image was modern, a high quality camera showing meticulous detail. The stains of ocean air harassing stone yet immutable all the same. How long it may have existed one could not tell from the image, perhaps not even from the genuine article. Still its make was impeccable.
"As for ascertaining if the otherworlders have made notable progress, you can do so by observing whether or not the stone is doing anything aside from being a stone."

The man snapped his fingers, the screen passing back to show the projected flight path and calling attention to himself instead.
"Oh and to state the obvious, given our favorable relationship with Garlemald you cannot be traced back to Britannia lest we make unfortunate enemies at unfortunate times." Z.Z. laid flat on his back as he stared up at the ceiling, "We would much rather make allies at this stage, while you might not quite excel at the matter some of your associates to be may provide that service if called on which I don't doubt may be in the area." A wandering eye passed to the knight sitting silently to the side.

"But that is for another briefing. any other questions?"

 

[yastubb]

"Obelisks". Ah.

Wilfred stared at the screen, silently examining every square inch of the weathered(?) stone. Even as a mere still image, the monolith was definitely...something. It was certainly imposing, at the very least. Otherworldly, perhaps, as if it didn't belong in this universe; he couldn’t imagine how it would feel to see it in person. All of these thoughts, however, failed to manifest physically - if there was anything he was good at, it was maintaining a front. In this case, one could say it was mere professionalism.

Though there was one thing: that rune (if you could call it one) placed at the center. Didn’t it feel...a little familiar, somehow?

The boy’s fingers twitched almost involuntarily towards his right eye in response. It was, in all probability, time for him to stop asking questions.

"None," Wilfrid responded, bowing his head and closing his eyes. "I will complete the task assigned to me. That is all."