How many pages were there? When he thought they’d shoveled through the last there always seemed to be more. The never ending flow of weapons, manufacturers and numbers concerned him. What were they all needed for, why were they needed? The thought of invasion or hostile takeover came to the surface but then again why? They were there and then left. His head hurt trying to wrap around it. IF truth be told this whole mess would have his skull screaming if he let it.<br/><br/>Despite it all, like Kat he knew the manufacturers. His head popped up at Ryan’s words but when Kat didn’t answer he went back to his own work. If she had something she would tell them. Well when she was out of her own zone. He knew that look well and knew better than to pull her out of it. Going back to his own work he was glad to know they had something similar, though unlike Kat he actually knew all the manufacturers and their styles. He liked to build and tinker, any manufacturer was good no matter what it was for. That’s not to say he could build a gun. He might be able to fashion something akin to that for a robot and the mechanics of it might be the same, he could not build a gun used by a person. He did want to learn that one day; if they all made it out that is.<br/><br/>Attention dragged back he watched both Kat and Ryan. She was still looking though he didn’t like that disappointment that flashed across her face. Her words were disheartening also. They were so close, incredibly close he could almost taste it but there always had to be some barrier dragging them down and pushing them out. A lightbulb went off when she finally did speak. Letting out a long breath he rested his hands on the desk and lowered his head trying to think. Round in circles, yeah that seemed to be their problem, although…<br/><br/>“That can’t be right.” He muttered under his breath pulling a few pages together. Had they grown careless or was this intentional? There was something written there he couldn’t quite make out but it seemed…familiar. Sifting through another page he saw it again. Different manufacturer than what Kat was looking through. “Take a look at this.” He said pushing the papers toward Ryan and Kat. At the bottom of each page there was a mostly blacked out signature but there was some hints flowing through. “Is there anyone we know who writes like this?” He asked pointing out the way a few of the visible letters looked.<br/><br/>“I only know of one and, I can’t see how he has anything to do with this.” His mind was refusing to believe it. What did it mean? Why would he? How was he? The man was someone he looked up to and even gave him a purpose, something Eric had been lacking.<br/><br/>//---+++---\\<br/><br/>“What do you have to report?” A voice said from utter darkness.<br/><br/>She knelt with one knee down, a fist in front while her other arm rested on her other knee. “Tony was MIA for some time until I came upon him lying dead in the street. It was another who found him, I watched from the shadows. He was shot and from what I saw, it was almost as if whoever had done it wanted him to be found. I grew carless. I didn’t think he would…”<br/><br/>“You were told to watch him.” The voice said agitation riddled each word.<br/><br/>“I know, I…I have no excuses.” She said looking down at the ground. She’d messed up and she knew she might be killed, at least she could tell him good news. “The mission was completed regardless of Tony’s disappearance and unfortunate demise. No one will know of our presence there. Our involvement. That is, unless Tony opened his mouth before he died.” Daring to look up she sad; “I do not think he would, he knew there were worse things than death.”