He nodded, catching the slate and perusing it at a speed that anyone else would think he had barely glanced at it, before tossing it to the death squad bodyguard. "Get the infiltrators into positions, DS' call which ones. Protocol... six only. Except for the twelfth one on that list. He gets a protocol three for the threat against the companions. But confirm that he was the one that sent it. Might be number twenty seven, his archnemesis."<br/><br/>He glanced at Ulwei, his expression as unreadable as the 'face' of one of his constructs for a moment, though she could feel his 'aura' slipping from neutral to evil. He took threats against his family EXTREMELY seriously. After a second of considering her, though his improved mental capacities gave him nearly a minute of considering various consequences, before he turned back to the construct, and spoke in binary, one of the few languages that even the tongues ability couldn't translate perfectly. Someone else could get bits and pieces, but the sheer speed of the exchange, hours long exchanges in a few seconds, would overwhelm most people. Even gods would only get random highlights, but it was still one of the most 'secure' languages for public conversations with unpleasant results. He ordered the construct to get the information gathering teams into place, 2 organics from the 'mortal' harem, and 2 constructs for extraction and security. Get his various collected, epic harem women out and earning their keep. The construct nodded, and sent the data and orders, several dozen different units meeting up and heading out, nearly three dozen planes on the list to move through, gathering information.<br/><br/>That done, he turned back to Ulwei, the expressionless mask fading like fog before the morning sun, replaced with his usual small crooked smile. "Sorry, so, anything else I can help with, or should I flee before you decide to preemptively gut me for whatever contrived reason you can come up with?"