A nerve was seemingly touched. 

The young man's reaction was clear as day, there had been much more to this incident than Alison had been told. He was traumatized by the experience, his retelling was forced, fast, and messy. So much covered, but nothing elaborated. 

"So the Texan died but came back? Last I checked, that magic was pretty feared and frowned upon. Best not to press him now about it, he might just lock up if he has to remember anything further. A different angle of attack then." Alison thought, her interrogator mentality kicking in out of habit. 

"I think the Academy may know more about him. Let me introduce you to Chief Shield. She is the head honcho of the Academy and a friend. If you ever need information about something, just tell her you know me, and she should hook you up with something." James finished with a shudder and a shaky breath. Alison smiled and nodded. 

"Of course, I think I'll take you up on that. That's what we're on our way to do anyway right? That aside, did she try any other attempts since then on your teams' lives? My guess is that once that barrier comes down and the fighting is door to door, we're going to be separated. I'd like to know what vulnerabilities to look out for should some specialized team follow in with the attack and try to pick us off." she said, hoping shifting the focus away from that particular incident would get him talking again. 

"It's what I would do. If my real threat was an elite team in the city, I'd use the chaos of the attack as cover for my hunter team. Split them up, isolate them, then eliminate them. The only way we can counter that is by staying in contact and coordinating, but without modern comms, that is going to be much easier said than done..." Alison thought to herself. The situation was rapidly evolving, and their enemy seemed to have more and more advantages the more she learned. But then a lightbulb went off. "On the other hand, the Queen never tried to slit my neck... Which means she might not know about me being a part of the team. The Whispers and Pete confirmed nobody was paying attention to our lunch, and even if they did, they'd have to be in there to hear my tale... So long as that barkeep keeps his mouth shut, I might be able to ambush the hunter team..." With that thought, a strategy began to form and a contingency began to evolve. 

It was time that the Second Chance had a much friendlier shadow. 

[@Teyao]