[@Jinxer][@Inertia]
Nova shrugged at Agent Chandle's assessment of the ancient story, knowing she was correct but still not agreeing with it. [color=7bcdc8]"Still, I'm fairly certain our governments were worried about such stories having the power to start riots. That's why they had them turned into children's cartoons with talking animals and happy endings for everyone... Including the villains. Take away their power and the threat of riots goes down, not that many people in this country would be willing to get up off their couches for five minutes anyway."[/color] Nova chuckled and accepted Alexis' hand, shaking it firmly.

[color=7bcdc8]"Good work today, not sure where we'd be without that shot of yours. You serve somewhere? I get that fierce army blood feeling from you."[/color] Something about this particular agent interested Nova, this one seemed to have real life to her. Many agents, despite being part of NAIL were quite by the book and a stickler for rules. This one didn't seem like the type to cause trouble but she would take anyone's crap either. [color=7bcdc8]"Drinks on me then, just pick a place."[/color] Nova turned her gaze back to the vigilante, raising an eyebrow at his new voice.

[color=7bcdc8]"You know, for an Englishman I expected more manners out of you. Must be American raised."[/color] She jested, stuffing her hands into her pockets and resting her weight on her hip. [color=7bcdc8]"Just because you don't wear a hood doesn't mean that you don't resemble the guy. You've even got an accent to match."[/color] Nova's mischievous streak had returned, her eyes flashing playfully to match her laugh. [color=7bcdc8]"But in all seriousness..."[/color] She started, unpocketing her hands to fold her arms across her chest. [color=7bcdc8]"We'd use your vigilante names if you'd just give them to us, but you guys have a bad habit of shutting down every time we attempt to make contact. You're the first I've ever had a conversation with if we're being totally honest here. If you want a better codename than 'Robin Hood' then why don't you tell us who you are and that'll solve that."[/color] Nova stated definitively, a movement in the corner of her eye catching her attention. She turned her head slightly so she could watch a young man wandering around, asking questions. 

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[@Mugin]
Caden typed furiously from his desk at an internet café he'd chosen to use for the day. The room around him was dimly lit and isolated, like all the other cubicle like rooms in the joint. Unlike the other rooms, however, the desk space had been cleared for his own equipment, which he carried around in a backpack. The young man ran a hand through his hair before pulling up the live video feed to his drone Yuuko, who had been pulling various amounts of data NAIL could use for the deceased villain's profile. [color=8882be]"Geez, this guy's anatomy is a mess. I sure hope he wasn't planning on returning to normal after this.[/color] Caden mumbled to himself, moving the drone about the scene. He had planned to check up on his sister, who had taken the vigilante to get medical assistance but a wandering G.C.P.D. detective caught his eye. Sighing to himself, he knew how frustrated the young blood must have been. [color=8882be]"We could be nicer to these guys, they try their best."[/color] Moving the drone closer to the young detective, Caden made a point to catch the man's attention before speaking, so as not to freak out the detective as badly.

[color=8882be]"You're with G.C.P.D. correct? I'm Agent Black, NAIL intelligence officer. You look a bit lost, is there something I can help you with?"[/color] Caden wasn't stupid, he knew exactly what the man was doing. It's what all new detectives tried to do, find answers. It wasn't easy with all of the agents walking around blocking them from witnesses and censoring all information. He sighed to himself, the idiocity of it all. How were they supposed to do their jobs if they had no information, and yet they were blocked from information because NAIL viewed them as incompetent and untrustworthy at their jobs. It didn't make any sense.

Taking a deep breath, Caden sat back in his chair and linked his hands behind his head. [color=8882be]"Sorry about the appearance, by the way. I'm not much of a field guy, so I use these drones instead. I apologize if she startled you."[/color] He chuckled, knowing how odd it must have been to be speaking to a person through a flying toy.