There was an uncomfortable silence for a while... Everyone was waiting somewhat tensely on Silas's arrival. It was quite clear that gabriel was in a strict mood today. He silently tapped his fingers on his desk. Today, of all days, he couldn't use Silas's usual behaviour of being a loose cannon.<br/><br/>and then, someone stumbled in, it was quite clear he had attempted to come in silently, but the single stair on Gabriel's office door had ruined that manouver. "Ah, Silas, there you are. Good..." Gabrield waited a moment for the errant mage to snap into a more disciplined-looking stance. "YOu may wonder why I've called everyone here for a personal briefing instead of the usual orders-by-mail method." He momentarily searched his desk, and pulled out the letter he had been reading earlier.<br/><br/>"As those that keep up with the going-ons in the embassy district may know, we have recently received a letter of intent from a plane not seen before. Of course, as you may expect. This has caused somewhat of an uproar. The kingdom wishes to send a delegation here to discuss present and future relations." He took a moment to let it all sink in.<br/><br/>"Of course, all that political stuff isn't our business. What is our business though, is making sure these new people will be safe on their visit here. That involves the usual routine of doing a flush for revolutionaries that may have grown bold lately. And making all the proper arrangements so none of them... 'get lost' in the undercity." Getting lost in the Undercity, by the way the euphenism was phrased, was obviously not a good thing to happen. It is what usually happens to those that wander into the subterranean nighbourhoods without the proper street smarts.<br/><br/>"Right... Now get to it people, first item on the list is to push trough with that raid we've been planning on that revolutionary hideout down from the pearl embassy. The place is considered too big a risk to jsut leave out there given the current change in situation" And with that said, Gabriel stood up from his chair, flipping his cap on his head as he rose, and walked forward and onto the hallway, epxecting the rest of the squad to follow behind in an orderly and disciplined fashion. H couldn't really afford being mellow, as a political upheaval like this was often fertile ground for ambitious sealers to report in any indiscretions their superiors got up to. This obviously in the hopes of taking over their position in the afterwards.<br/><br/>-Some time later<br/><br/>The sun fell steadily lower in the afternoon sky. The embassy district basked in its warm glow. The ones that worked and dwelled here hadn't the time to enjoy the sunlight though. Clerks, Assistants, Ambassadors, all rushing around to keep the flux of the city's politics moving. Power came and went around as unpredictably as a leaf caught on the wind. Sometimes resting someplace, but never staying for long.<br/><br/>Amongst the hustle and bustle. A small group slinker around somewhat subtly. Long robes covering them all. A slight hint of purple fabric visible to those that would take the time to look. It wasn't a particularly subtle disguise, for who would be wearing long, thick robes on a sunny day like this. Nevertheless, it was the standard concealment illusion issued to all sealer squads. Gabriel sighed at the rather pointless exercise of having uniform disguises. Some days, he wished he could get his hands on the numbskull who had greenlighted that.<br/><br/>Already, he could feel the concerned glances from the bystanders. It had become pretty much public knowledge at this point that a group of people dressed in uniform long robes meant something was going to happen. Some people regarded the squad with excitement, others witjh worry. And still others were already quickly walking away to find a place to take cover for the inevitable chaos that would erupt.<br/><br/>And then, they stood before the targer. It was a condemned side-building of an embassy of a race less than notable. Gabriel hadn't even bothered to read up on what race the building had been assigned to. If they knew what was good for them, they wouldn't interfere. After all, if one weren't rich as the dwarves or persuasive as the demons, one's political position in the city was shaky at best and given purely out of pity at worst.<br/><br/>Gabriel turned to the rest of the squad. "alright everyone, prepare for a breach."