Shane shook his head. He'd been given orders to personally oversee the 'relocation' of 3 families of non-humans from one apartment building, which he knew meant as soon as he took them to the relocation center would mean that they would get sent to a ghetto-like section of town with no health services and more violent crime than residents. Picking up his phone, he dialed in a number and then activated his synthesizer. He wanted to get at least the kids out of the building before he arrived there. "Saint here." he says, the voice coming through more like a barely pubescent teen this time, "Relocation orders on 3 families at the Sunny Gardens apartments tomorrow. We will remove the children, and any elderly we find. Can't take everyone or they will suspect NHES involvement. Usual rendezvous tonight. Have everything you will need with you." he says, hanging up without giving the person on the other end of the line a chance to reply. He didn't want the call to be traced if they had bugged his contacts.<br/><br/>Standing from his desk, he started to prepare the paperwork for the raid, because he knew they would need to come in with weapons drawn. No-one liked being told they were being taken to a relocation center. He looked up from his desk for a moment and waved over his squad's second in command, who he had slowly and carefully gotten to accept that he helped the non-humans, even some of the full monsters. His entire squad helped him. "Dave, we got 3 families to do tomorrow. That means the kids and elderly tonight, and straight from there to the rendezvous. Can you go let Grant know he will have the fort in 3 hours? The squad will be going out for some recon work." he says, restraining the smile he got when ever he spoke about how they extracted the people they were supposed to relocate.<br/><br/>Underneath the desk, Shane was stretching and flexing his legs, shifting them slowly into a wolf-like shape. He discovered early on when he shifted, if he did something small like that, his body reacted to it as if he'd just been for a run. "What a fucking lazy way to exercise." he thought to himself with a smirk. "When you've informed him, go tell the squad. Kit will be standard recon, with provisions in case of an aggressive situation requiring our entry." Just another of their little codes for Dave to process. This one meant they would be using a falsified reason to enter with one of the families calling in a disturbance at the unit they were going to be in, which if NHES protocol was followed, meant that Grant would have to radio in and tell them to 'sort it out' and calm them all down. Shaking his head, he couldn't believe how easy it was to use the NHES to help the underground guys, by using the NHES rules for capturing and detaining those it felt were 'sub-human'.