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Joe & Timeline

Only one of the Knights managed to escape, the remainder were taken out when Dreidel-Man landed on them. You are able to apprehend one of the hired thugs from the storefront but the remainder appear to have fled once the Knights showed up.

Timeline obliges, muttering something about "glorified taxi service" before exiting the room leaving you and Kopel alone to discuss business.

Kopel is less than pleased at Timeline's abrupt appearance and only softens when he sees you. You shouldn't just appear like that, old friend. A lesser man would have had a heart attack. He walks to the door and checks that no one is listening. All he spots is Timeline dismantling the hallway's smoke alarm and fiddling with it's insides.

Kopel turns back to you. Remind me to insulate this bunker better. This is supposed to be Black Diamond clearance only. It might be better if you send your friend away quickly, before the heat sensors register him.

Kopel listens to your afternoon adventures and his brow furrows in concern. The Knights have someone capable of nullifying your ability to transform? And they are aware of your true nature? That's not good. We may have to leverage a few of our other resources. It is truly a shame that one of the council have fallen. I will inform the rest of the elders for you. It is unfortunate but we must grieve in silence for if word of this got out even to the traditional military, they might disband our cell. I will handle McConnor's custody personally. He will have to be dealt with quietly.

Kopel accepts the ring and casually mentions, Joe, I want you to check yourself into Medical before you head home. Jehovah knows you don't have vitals in the traditional sense but I would like them to run a few psych tests on you. Standard procedure of course. I'd better be getting home soon, there's a storm rolling in tonight. A big one.

Insight Check. Timeline, feel free to roll as well.

Hero Point awarded to Joe for Complication.

JOE
Saul meets you at the bakery as per normal. You sit in the back as a precaution against eavesdropping even though you are the only two in the store other than the baker.

Like old times, eh? You running off on missions to save the world while I clean up your mess. We each work with the talents we are given I suppose.

Saul glances through the dossier. The Guardians don't believe in a training period do they? So it was your team that made all of that hullabaloo overseas last night. It says here you lost a member in that last fight. That's got to be rough.

Saul assures you that the info will be field with the U.S. military base. No need to make up excuses about the phone reception, Joe. This isn't my first rodeo. Black ops, super secret Guardian missions, they're all the same. Secret bases, secret communications, all so they can hide their true strength and weaknesses from those that would abuse them. I say keep them hidden. Less problematic that way. Fewer bodies too.

Saul stands up and puts on his overcoat. Well it's getting late, old friend, and I really should get back to my family. But before I go I did want to pass along a message from a mutual friend. Saul drops a tightly rolled miniature scroll into your hands.

The scroll is written in ancient Hebrew and in Mossad code.

Translation: The break-in at the granola bar factory recently is just the tip of the iceberg. The man accused was released from custody this morning after all charges were dropped. There was no trial and the case records were sealed. Our only clue is the lawyer assigned to the accused. The lawyer is a known member of the Knights of Revelation with background in smuggling relics out of Israel. Four such cases have been reported recently. Further investigation is required.

My bad Emit, you are correct. Learn me to post before bed.

Neither Emit nor MLK Jr. can spot Death Mask in the crowd.

One of the military personnel makes his way to MLK Jr., gun aimed at the mummy.

Still waiting for Baker's Perception check/actions for this round and MLK Jr.'s actions for this round.