Draiss stared at the reports, before dismissing the screen, and staring at the wall. He tapped one finger, and put them back into their digging into the previous targets, trying to get any and everything they could. It was, as near as he could tell, a near equal choice, one poison or the other, and neither really appealed to him. "The kukri or the stabbing dagger. That is what this decision appears to be so far."<br/><br/>He was letting his death sqauders do most of the work, as this wasn't a fledged Beyonder problem yet, so the shadow stalkers wouldn't be involved yet. Mapping and surveying, yes, but not a governmental dispute. He could only watch and wait, letting events unfold until he had a true grasp on both characters.