Codename: Midsummer Explosion
"Y-yes, yes of course."
Max Midsummer politely nodded; impressed by the proffesionality of the Library's mercenary branch. "I will up security, but please listen to what we have retrieved. My secretary has all the information you need, please, one minute."
Max pulled a chord dangling above his desk and a ring could be heard in the next room. His secreatary came in shortly, followed by a pale, bald woman without pupils or irises. The woman walked as if she were a learning child, actively attempting to maintain her balance with every step she took. The secretary held her hand, guiding her to Max Midsummer and Ramza and Orian, then left the room.
"As you gentlemen may know," Max Midsummer began, folding his hands and bending forward over his desk, "Midsummer & co. is funded by the Library to develop something we like to call dolls; artificial humans. This is one of our first succesful prototypes; Tabatha." He nodded towards the bald woman. "Tabatha is not the final product we plan on releasing, I assure you, but this was a big step for us. The experiment that has been stolen... Was the second prototype."
Max stood up and put his hands on Tabatha's shoulders and swallowed the slime that had been building up in his throat. "Tabatha, execute operative function zero three, yesterday, ten forty-five."
Tabatha's otherwise empty eyes began flickering as she turned to a wall and began projecting an animated image on the wall of Max' office. The gentlemen in the room were able to see a black and white laboratory, from a diagonal point of view. In the laboratory there were a young, lanky man and redheaded woman, putting something that looked an awful lot like Tabatha into a bag, before finally leaving with it.
"Thank you Tabatha. End the procedure."
Tabatha's eyes stopped flickering and the image disappeared.
"What you saw was exactly what Tabatha saw at the time of the theft. She was not meant to record this but... There have been complications in this function. Regardless we are happy this was recorded nonetheless. The man and woman on the video were two of our previous interns, Michael and Ashley Vagren. Two very ambitious, young people. They had the keys to the laboratory and came in at night. We assume they want to use to use, Simonette, our second prototype, for their own careers. However they were interns; not unbeknown of the details. Tabatha and Simonette, they run on an artificially altered manaflow; radiona. Should a malfunction persist, the radiona may leak. Radiona is highly explosive matter in unregulated environments. In a regulated environment, such as our laboratories, this is not a problem... Outside however... It could blow up an entire neighbourhood"
Max shook his head. "This is why we have called in your help. We need you to track down Micheal and Ashely. You now know their faces and I have their address and university-connections within the Library for you here." Max handed Orian and Ramza two papers filled with contact information and references. "We assume they are no longer in their home, but given the weight of Simonette and the recent hijack of the transport train, we assume they have not yet left Olivia Town. Please track them down... It would be... Disastrous, should anything happen."
Before Ramza and Orian got to leave, Max stopped them; "Oh and gentlemen, I assume this speaks for itself, but everything you've seen and heard today is highly classified information, for both Midsummer & co. and our contractor; your employer. Speak about this with no one."
Andre was right; they were being watched.
Suddenly the waiter came to their table, asking for their attention. Or more specifically; Adeline's "From the sir, two tables at your left, miss." He said as he placed a beverage in front of the girl. More than a few people seemed to look up, but none of them acted. If Adeline would try to see who the drink was on, the man would have already left.
There was a paper stuck underneath the cup. "Please return this book for me. Be careful. You are being followed."
Inside the cup drifted, they could see a key with an address engraved into it. 33 Bellon Road; one of the roads they had walked from the pier to the restaurant.