Priscilla's eyes grow incredibly serious, sighing. "Shit. So they are here." She stands, pacing a little as she takes the cross. She turns it over constantly, observing it very carefully. "You were indeed right to bring this to our attention. I guess you deserve a little information on the subject matter." The elf smiles a little, then looks back to the cross. "This is the symbol of the True Sons. It's an all-male cult that's deeply rooted in the backwaters of the area, calling themselves the 'only true sons of God,' hence the name." She chuckles a bit, trying to bend the symbol or toy with the crystal.<br/><br/>"They're the nuttiest of the nutty, and I've seen a troll go berserk from 12 kinds of drugs. Racist to the core, they hate anything that isn't a 'pureblood' human male. Any metahuman children are murdered, as are their parents and any close relatives. They're absolutely revolting." She then frowns, folding her arms over her bare, small chest. "You were pretty much a demon in their eyes. Female, meta, and a runner to boot. You're lucky that whoever it was carrying this symbol was very clearly a new recruit. As much as everyone hates the True Sons, their commandos are the stuff of nightmares, both in appearance and mindset. They're already batshit insane, so it's not like they have qualms with extreme modification. And if you ever manage to kill one, his body'll melt away, so it's not like we can figure out how in the hell they're able to make monstrosities out of men." She shakes her head, then looks back to Kizzie with a smile.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, though. The city despises these guys, and runners are frequently used to clean out nooks the city police doesn't. One slips into a harmless position every now and then, but don't lose too much sleep." She laughs, moving to her discarded jumpsuit to procure another credstick. "Still, I'll be analyzing this symbol. You ever find another one, contact us. It'll earn you at least a bonus 500, maybe more if it's full." The elf smiles, now moving to stroke her sleeping sister's hair. "You can use this room for tonight, if you'd like. Big day, tomorrow~"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>