He rolled his eyes, realizing this 'Moriarty' was completely off his rocker, and would need careful handling. Mime's way had made sure DOMINION Support had a future, taking a slow, careful route. This nut sounded like he was going to do it the quick and dirty way, and the only reason he was gonna get away with it, if at all, would be because all the ones capable of forcing the rules to be followed were AFK. "Very well. I will endeavor to assist as able. Good day to you, Mr. M."<br/><br/>He hung up the phone, and then finished off his current notes, before leaning back and rereading them several times. After a moment, he shook his head. "No. This is not the organization I joined. Though I do wonder what Mime will do to Mr. M when he gets back..."<br/><br/>He stood up, and shoved the mechanical arm into a nearby slot, giving it the muscles and skin it needed to pass muster as a normal arm, before grabbing his notebook, and heading to find Natalya. They needed to find this Moriarty's Sherlock as soon as possible.<br/><br/>He kept his summary on Mr M phrased as if he had gotten the information second hand, in order to conceal the hidden contact methods.