[center][b][h1][i]Andrew Polanski's kingdom[/i][/h1]

[h2][color=f26522]David Sinclair[/color][/h2]

Trevi Fountain, Rome[/b][/center]

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Such a respectful young servant she was, and rather quiet too. If David's wives were a bit more like Miyako, maybe he wouldn't have divorced twice. Though he kept such rude jokes to himself, he couldn't help but chuckle randomly upon looking at his personal soldier, almost giving the impression that he was mocking her. As he treated himself to another chug of scotch from his minuscule glass, he carefully reached out for the small book she attributed as a "surprise". Eager to discover what all this was about, Sinclair dug into the core of it all. Most of it was empty, and what was filled seemed incomplete. It was likely that Miyako had murdered the holder before any of it could be complete, but name appeared. 

The way they were formatted, the symbols and such seemed pretty typical of organizations. It wouldn't be too difficult for David to decrypt their meaning and make sensible assertions about it. The names were obvious, but at the same time they meant nothing in the end. The Ancelottis were Ghouls, after all, and nothing obligates them to utilize their given names, let alone even register anywhere in public records. An interesting name appeared, however. Andrew Polanski, a polish man who made the news recently on Europe for leading worker demonstrations against government abuse toward tax systems. He more or less led the syndicate of workers that protested against pays and immigrations, conducting regular strikes for their best interest. Not exactly a famous man, but people like Sinclair who kept an eye on local businesses could recognize this rather quickly. 

"[color=f26522]This is odd.[/color]"

He'd say aloud, not so sure what to make of it. He had a special symbol next to his name, the one of Pi. David couldn't deduce if this meant a higher rank or perhaps some form of association. In any case, this man was connected in some way with the Ancelottis, and generally that would mean that they were onto something. 

"[color=f26522]So if I understand correctly, you've borrowed this piece of work from that young boy and you're sure this is a credible Ancelotti source? If that's the case, then we may have some work to do, Miyako.[/color]"

He'd close the book, but never gave it back to his faithful partner in arms, only to stand up and make his way through his apartment. He was heading to his bedroom, though before he could set his hand on the doorknob leading to said room, he'd pause before giving the girl a proper reaction. Without even turning to face her, he'd ask.

"[color=f26522]Does Andrew Polanski ring a bell? There's a farmers rally going on tomorrow in Rome, if you find that name in one of their marketing doohickeys, then you and I are going on a field trip.[/color]"

With these words, he'd leave her to get cleansed by herself and stay to sleep if wished it. But she also had to take note that she was given an assignment, to find whether or not this mysterious man was to be in that rally and if possible where exactly he'd be. She could also go crazy and search up extra information about him, while Sinclair would lie on his bed and contemplate what was inevitable concerning the Ancelotti organization. To risk such a public figure for a petty census was absurd. Plus the fact that they knew the book was compromised could very well lead them to change tactics. But the fact of the matter was that Polanski was still very much active recently. 

Was he maybe their target then? In any case, if Sinclair wanted to get things done in this city, he'd eventually have to tackle this problem head on.