(@Team) Edea: I see. ~frowns~ It seems that Galbadian politicians can't do their business without body doubles. And this time it's another Gerogero...
Even though traces of the shadow's owner can't be traced in field conditions, those remnants can still be picked up to be studied later. The exit, as it seems, is the one that will actually bring you closer to the meeting point... And straight to the district full of rowdies.
(@Valerie) Edea: It seems so. Something like that was used by Vinzer Deling back when an assassination was planned for him a few years ago - an undead creature with ability to impersonate a creature without a flaw. A mimic, if that says more.
Well, Naomi, not really. The path will still be rather long and probably full of misadventures. But it's not like you can't deal with it, right?
Valerie: Great. We're fighting biohorrors.
Naomi: Hey, Mr. Narrator, that district full of rowdy people is where we need to be, isn't it?
-starts climbing the ladder-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."(@Valerie) Edea: You could say so. But if it's gone for good, there shouldn't be any issues. Especially with all the intel you've acquired. And now we know this Rofocale wasn't up for anything good.
Pretty much, Naomi, but there's still a long way~ Ahem. The moon is up in the sky as you climb outta the hatch, smell of machine oil filling your nostrils. No neon signs are around, only industrial facilities along with some slums where workers and low-lifes dwell. The path is clear... or it just seems so.
Valerie: You might want these.
-Pulls from seemingly nowhere the documents and address book that she swiped-
-Naomi advances carefully-
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Edea's brow rises as she takes the documents and delivers them to the strategy room. After a while the Ambassador and the General come out to you. Their faces look stern, as if they've found out some horrid news.
(@Team) Gen. Caraway: We've finished reviewing the intelligence. The results are astonishing... and grim indeed. ~he sighs, reluctant to continue~ Croswell is manipulated into rebuilding the missile base which earlier was destroyed for the sake of the world's countries' safety.
Rubbish-strewn streets are mostly devoid of people, but you feel some gazes on you from windows. Roll Perception.

(Black Hole is at the meeting, quietly listening to the others talk.)
(Takanuva could spot a pointy-chinned man sitting at the couch.)