none of which so dangerous as virtue

Welcome back.

I want full reports of what happened over the weekend in my inbox within the next two hours. From everyone. That includes you, Lyle Dylandy.

I don't care if Colonel Smirnov claims amnesia - I want everything you have on him. I don't believe him for a minute. We are to take this as an extreme risk situation. For all we know, he now recognizes all of you.

Setsuna F. Seiei, do a thorough check of Exia. I want to make sure he hasn't stolen anything, and I trust you know your machine well enough.

Lockon Stratos, my quarters. Now.

Allelujah Haptism, be sure to include all instances in which you spoke with Smirnov. It's possible that he knows you for what you are.

Michael Trinity... just. Do the report. With less swearing this time, please. Nena Trinity, full details on what you have picked up from the Enterprise.

Feldt and Mileina, please work together. Lyle Dylandy, if you need assistance, ask your brother.

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...Motoko, I need to talk to you.

[his voice is quiet, his breathing labored]

It's like before. It feels like before.

I need help. I. I. I can't think properly, my head, it...

[there is a series of low thumps, perhaps something falling over, or someone slipping out of a chair]

I need you to fix me. I need you.

My office, I... help me.

[and then, barely audibly]

I can hear it...?

Just because Lyle Dylandy looks like Lockon Stratos does not mean you can tell him what you like. He is not one of us. If you wish to remain in possession of both your life and your full set of body parts, you will not mention one word about who we are or what we do.

You will also refrain from giving any indication of your location, or the location of any other personnel. You will not befriend him.

This man will be kept at arm's length until I have checked all appropriate data AND he has been admitted under our conditions of secrecy into our organization.

DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, CELESTIAL BEING?

Tieria was putting the finishing touches to his makeshift disguise while waiting for the others to arrive. He had found some baggier clothes that belonged to Mikaela that managed to fit him, and he had managed to scrape his hair back into pigtails.

He didn't currently make the most fashionable girl, but it was enough. After all, despite what other people said, he still found his appearance rather male, and the last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself by obviously being a man shopping for girls' clothes.

He decided to give make-up a miss for now, however. He didn't trust himself not to make a complete mess of it.

"This is ridiculous," he sighed, looking at himself in the mirror.