Once Alden had answered her question, Elsa nodded in agreement. This definitely felt like a multiple person operation, over a single vigilante spy. She still felt there was something strange about the whole thing. It was too clean. Everything just seemed to fit too well. She was still thinking when he inquired about her thoughts. She shook her head slightly before speaking, "[color=fff200]Vell I vasn't given much information in Zurich, vhere I was working for the past few years, so I am not as vell informed about London operations. Aside from that, I concur that it seems like a group seems more plausible. I want to show you something though.[/color]"

She bit her lip, flipping a few pages of the file before she stood up and placed it in front of Alden. She leaned over the desk pointing to a certain article written by a Maurice Clinton. She spoke evenly, "[color=fff200]I did, however, find this specific portion quite interesting. Mr Clinton is head secretary for MI6. He's a dinosaur of the industry and has been typing reports for years. Nothing goes through him before it hits the copier. Note this part here. 'List composed on the 12th of December, of 1953 by Roger Duglan, CEO of Kassel Industries at the Gala of Saint Peter.' Now Roger Duglan was the CEO of Kassel Industries, but not in 1953. That was Yorik Manslev. Duglan vas only a minor secretary at the time. Now usually most vould see this as a clerical error, but Clinton doesn't fuck up like that. I've read enough of his work to know, the man is efficient. I've been combing this document for hours to see if there are any other errors. There are none. However, I think this document was altered, and I think that Yorik Manslev's name being left out, is not a coincidence.[/color]"

She stood up and let him look at the page, before she spoke again, "[color=fff200]I know, it's a reach, but I feel in my guts that this is something. I feel like Manslev is key and all I know is ve have to check him out vhen ve reach Prussia. What do you think of all this though?[/color]"

Suddenly she saw the clock and her brown eyes warmed, "[color=fff200]Oh...it's later then I thought. I should be heading home soon. Ve have an early flight tomorrow and I still need to pack and go over our identities. I want to know all about...[/color]" 

She pulled up her new passport and blinked, her tone turning to disgust, "[color=fff200]Minerva...Vonhammer. Jeez. Who comes up with these. Anyvays about tomorrow. Should I meet you at the airport or are you just going to come collect me at my apartment in the morning? I can give you the address.[/color]