A beeping sound roused the youthful priest from his thoughts, the sound of shuffling serving as the prelude for paper exiting a printer. The youth walked over to pick up the paper, two different sheets from different sources with different messages. One from the Assembly of the Eighth Sacrament, informing him of something rather...worrying.
A Dead Apostle Ancestor had apparently been reported in the area, and one of the Knight-Captains of the Church had been sent out to observe and, if needed, seal it. While the vampire in question was ranked low on the Church's assessments for the threat it posed to humanity, action in a Far East country such as this was suspicious enough that they had sent such a high-ranking figure.
The second, though, was a more public transmission. Or rather, it should be said that it was public to the Overseer and to the magi in Fuyuki, excepting a certain American. An announcement from an unknown source, though Father Masuda had a good idea as to who had sent this out and how they had obtained the information. If it was that person, intercepting the communication was as simple as breathing, and in some way or another this report would find itself to those magi, whether through a sheet of paper that happened to land in front of them or a message sent to a phone.
The transmission that he and the seven Masters would have received was a simple one. It stated that a magus of the Clocktower, Seyrun-i Lhu ri Viathan, was calling for a large compendium of magical and mundane items. While the time it would arrive was unknown, the only way into Fuyuki was through the docks.
Obviously, the Masters who received a notice of another magus importing magical items into Fuyuki would realize that doing so was an effort to increase one's war strength. If the shipment was received by Seyrun, her war strength would rise, so there was a notable incentive for other Masters to destroy or steal the shipment when it arrived. Knowing that, Seyrun would realize that her only true option was to defend it when it came.
"...hopefully they don't destroy the docks."
Murmuring this to himself, the youth let out a slight sigh. The report of when the shipment would arrive would likely come in the next few hours, after the sun had dipped below the horizon, knowing that person.
