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The Seruan agent, Chaldea-Oraha, stood in the bridge of the Securitate galleon. The area was completely empty; all the ship's controls had been put on automatic pilot. She brought a communication dial up just below her bottom lip, tuning it to a select frequency. "I assume the Magellan has been dealt with," she said quietly.

"Yes, it is done, Agent Oraha," a whispery, purposely distorted voice replied through the dial. "The cluster has already arrived. But there's something strange; they have met with another member of their species," the mysterious voice continued.

"Do they think it's a gang related crime?" Chaldea asked. She tapped the tip of her boots anxiously against the metal grate below her feet.

The target, a Magellan doctor called Abban, had been involved with the genetic experimentation projects that had created the ultimate target, designation: Nero.

"That was my intention, Agent Oraha. Purposefully sloppy work, all the aspects of a cheap gang hit. Where are we headed next?"

"A team is still attempting to secure that information; I will let you know closer to time where your next destination shall be. Until then, you must be patient."

"Very well, I will do that." Chaldea flicked the communication dial shut as the voice fizzled out.

Where she would end up next, she did not know. To her knowledge, there were dozens of scientists, researchers, and doctors working on the genetic experimentation projects. There were too many to handle, even for the Securitate. She considered detaining some as an alternative. 

To Be Continued...