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Xander Morhaime:
Kroenen watched the prisoner with hardly any hint of emotion on his face before shaking his head, muttering, "Du sollst nicht andere Götter haben neben mir," under his breath before turning to the commander. "Best not take any chances with sorcery. We've enough trouble on our hands as is," he said calmly.

"Not that I particularly trust a source that insists on remaining untraceable," he added after a few moments' thought.

"What's the favour then, Alex? I hope you're not going to ask us to track down this anonymous tip - we're mech pilots, not investigators..."

Gargulec:
Alex shrugged. He looked troubled... older than he was.

'No, not...' he begun, before suddenly pausing for a few long moments.

'The tip is being investigated at this moment. But, yes, I'd like you to check something too... I have severe shortage of trustable man these days, friends...'

'You see, this girl may or may not be a dabbler... But the real danger lies in the books. Those tomes contain knowledge how to summon thing better left undescribed. And they are not fakes. That means that somebody in the city... in this den has access to lore that is more dangerous than any mecha could ever be. Worse yet, somehow, he... they? managed to smuggle them into my base. And this is really, really bad.'

Again a pause, followed by what appeared to be complete change of topic.

'Tell me, would you like to get a short leave? To get a little R&R outside the walls?'

That was not the Alex you remembered- straightforward, self-reliant men. Either something changed him, or he needed your help desperately.

S.K. Ren:
  Asura had stayed towards the back of the room -disinterested- for most of the conversation. However at this latest comment his interest piqued.
  "I think the Major is right about this. I couldn't care less for someone caught with illegal possessions, intentional or staged. But if someone has tha ability to smuggle such goods without being detected, we have a serious problem."

ZZ:
Zariny was about to yawn from boredom. Cults, secret tomes... Yes, they can summon something awful, but will we care about it? There are people who would care about it. If no, then she would probable be dead. Anyway, it's not her problems. But when Major said about going out and doing something different from boring walking around, all of her boredom was wiped out.

"That is going to be different from those boring patrols, right? Then I'm surely for the trip." - added Raziny.

Xander Morhaime:
Kroenen swore quietly under his breath, shaking his head. "Rookie, the way this'll be different from patrols is that if things turn interesting, we're not going to have our mechs between us and incoming enemy fire," he pointed out without trying to hide the disapproval in his voice.

That said, he turned back to the commander. "Alex, we're pilots, not special forces. The only way we'd have of actually interfering with something like this without our mechs would be if whoever's pushing those books has no clue how to use them and no significant security forces. Bad habit to go into a fight assuming the opposition to be incompetent. Besides, I don't think Faust will appreciate the downtime..."

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