Vic was busy writing down what Sloan had to offer on the information front, including some company name he had never heard of, or at least recognized. Which was most of it, though he wasn't surprised the face recognition and stuff didn't come up with anything positive. Sloan usually proved good, to say the least, and provided more than he had expected to get so soon after the attack happened. But speed was key here, since people were continuing to pester him about it, having left voicemails on his phone while he had been using it. [b]"Algera Corp? I know a few things about them, for a corp, they never gave any overt indications they were shady dealers, probably meant they were good at it. Luminescence, dunno about them though, I'll have to do some digging on them too then. I'll help out then, sure thing. Keep your head down, the weather's turned to shit, sure as sure."[/b] 

Vic looked at the history books, newspaper articles of the past, all sorts of forgotten articles that often times slipped the minds of many. The harsh, stormy weather meant he would be stuck here for a while, as he glanced at Lilin and smirked, commenting. [b]"Lovely weather front we had move in, eh?"[/b] He kept digging, looking through the patterns and mysteries of the past that was so often forgotten. He could see the paths, patterns, trails, and hints of this group, and others that he had crossed paths with, heard about, and only knew the scantest bit of info about. Yet, this Our Father's Fathers might prove elusive, but no one was undocumented, let alone a group such as theirs. His focus was almost palpable, papers and books shuffled and paged through, bookmarks holding the spots of items of note, while keeping an ear on the weather. Ill omen that was, he could feel it in his blood.