The downfalls of doing your own personal investigation was lacking resources to secure your line. Yes the web was a wealth of information, but to search it was wading in a public pool, stark naked. Well not naked per say, but in a metaphorical sense, certainly bare compared to the layers of security others had. Lucan had forgone establishing such a secure link to remain offline from SOLIDER. But to do was to invite these intruders to encroach upon him. Taking control and sending a message was one thing, but with this offer?
Who was this James? A solider agent? Who was it that also sought out his Mithias? A threat to him? Threats would be eliminated, killed. Gutted in visceral spray of blood. They would find Lucan's hands wrung around their neck, his fingers clawing into the spaces between their ribs. He would tear them apart, and pull their intestines through their throat if he had to, wrap it around their necks and strangle them with their own viscera. The depths of dedication and devotion after all demanded he destroy all those who would dare oppose the master. So with the blinking of the cursor upon the blank page of the program executed: Lucan typed back.
Hello Lucan. I have a question for you.
Do you want to save Mithias?
If so, maybe we can help each other.
-James
Who are you James?
All the while Lucan began to run his toolkit. Running off the external flashdrive own simple programming various executables to lock into James' location via tracing an IP packet and searching the source. And if it was from SOLIDER, well he would have to find him and kill him for access to Mithias' files. The blood had dried on his collar and shirt now, but the memories of the man's death was still just as fresh. How good did it feel to kill for Mithias.