Emerging a few minutes later with her laptop, the Major sat down on one of the reclining seats and tucked her legs under her comfortably, taking the salad that a flight attendant offered her on a tray.  She had shed her military gear, changing into a brown wrap shirt and cream satin yoga pants, her pedicured feet bare except for a silver toe ring. Opening the laptop, she studiously began typing, her fingers swiftly moving over the keys in quiet studiousness. "According to the case file the Marshals sent us, the informant was an Illuminati extop for nine years.  He had been out for almost two years when Strazzi defected, but according to them, the plan to raid the Vault had been in the works for nearly thirty years."<br/><br/>She was just a child when this ugliness began. "The informant said that he had been working with a team in the Illunimati to try and bribe one of the prefects to defect for some time, but didn't have any success until they managed to infiltrate the Vatican ranks with one of their own. Strazzi apparently was an Illunimati spy from the start."  Which meant...only God knew what else was taken from the Vault.  She liberally salted and peppered the salad, squeezing a lemon wedge over the lettuce for flavor, and then stabbed her fork into it. Chewing, she mumbled "The Marshals think he can be trusted." the tone in her voice clearly stated that she didn't agree.