The man gestured to a luminated screen. "As you can see, we have gathered specific intel on a certain... group of people. Reports say that they are espers under the guise of a circus. But then, you know that already don't you?"<br/><br/>Desmond shrugged. "I left that circus a year ago. That's why I look older now." He had exchanged immortality for power negation. Only the staff members of the facility knew his 'power-tapping' ability, after repeated tests. Then came the question, "Why?"<br/><br/>"Well, we believe that you would be interested in meeting up with them. No, actually, we want to gather DNA scans of them... for further use. It's classified, by Aliester Crowley."<br/><br/>"Really? Well, I'm not going back. Living in Academy city is less harsh on my health."<br/><br/>"Go, you know what's good for you. Bring me back the DNA is all I ask."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Desmond trudged towards the designated location. He hoped that no one would reconise him. Least of all, the Ringmaster. He covered his face with a face plate, and set direct course for a caravan. The caravan. He reminded himself. He would be meeting the Ringmaster soon enough, though for the time, he would spare the circus of certain knowledge of his return. Unless someone found out.